Sunday, 29 August 2010
Malik's whereabouts
Me- Sitting cross-legged fearing the cross-legged inevitable uncomfortableness, drinking endless cups of tea in a bid to keep warm in August, and listening to a Spanish chan chan entitled tune.
Malik- Cleaning up after Saturday night people including that slightly pompous, young entrepeneur most people love to hate who has ordered a £150 bottle of Krug commenting that he "just likes the taste" after he has just bought a coke for an underage friend with a £20 note telling the barman he can "keep the change". Maybe he leaves and moves on to wave his wad frantically to some impressionable giggling girls. Or he will book into the suite in the hotel where Malik will now be picking up the remnants of his successful night in the plaza. On returning home I predict a consideration given to becoming a beatles tour guide, followed most likely by a skype conversation and then perhaps a channel change to 4thought.tv where a comedian discusses jokes about Christian icons.
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