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By Kieron Devlin The Walk Allows Me To Ignore The
By Kieron Devlin The Walk Allows Me To Ignore The
By Kieron Devlin The Walk Allows Me To Ignore The
Mad Morning
‘‘The walk al- by Kieron Devlin
lows me to ignore
the stress of get-
ting there and back
Destination Bond Street, though
each day. It gives I’m no Mr. Bond. I just walk to
me a chance to work each day. I do the one-
breathe in the city’s foot-in-front-of-the-other method.
It gets me there.
famous ripped back-
sides. Itperstarts at Tysoe Street, the newspa-
stand. Then into the Exmouth Market
with its pastel facades, smell of coffee and
baking pastries. The church of the Wholly
Walking allows me Lost and Irredeemable casts a shadow on
the broken pavement. Then I walk past
to take time slowly, the Pharmacy where Madonna made her
even if my pace is film Filth and Wisdom, about ‘all the love
and poison of London.’
fast. I count the people of London I pass each
It settles problems day.
1) He does not pass me I pass him. He
and enables me to stands swaying, ruddy faced, beer can in
hand, carrying a beer can as though he’s
let stuff go.’’ been rooted to the spot all night. I walk
around him in case he shouts abuse.
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stork-like. His eyes are warily in- ‘‘plus the hot fat smell of
trigued, and look away - a hint he’s
aware of me and I of him. If he’s not
frying bacon and sausage
there, I wonder if he thinks about me breakfast from the working
in the same way to know he’s late. I men’s cafe, stuffedinto dol-
measure time by him, if early or late, lops
noting where he passes me. If he’s
not there, I miss him. of margarine-filled
white wedge bread.’’
Rose of Roseberry Avenue, without a
single rose petal strewn in my way. Now I’m under a natural pergola of
Plus the hot fat smell of frying bacon trees across the road, darkening the
and sausage breakfast from the work- daylight. Two months back, a man
ing men’s café, stuffed into dollops had his mobile stolen here. He freaked
margarine-filled white wedge bread. out and climbed up a very tall tree.
The Avenue is grey, except in sun- He got so high he was afraid to get
light. I pass Mount UnPleasant sort- down. The fire brigade and police
ing office where the post office workers blocked off Clerkenwell Road. They
are on strike. shouted to him on loud speakers to
get down, but he panicked. His English
Then I pass the Antoni and Alison wasn’t great. He shook his head and
shop. This cornerstone building is like climbed further up. A crowd gathered
a narrow beige Lego brick placed up- –people actually spoke to each oth-
side down, with painted and embroi- er. People pointed at the ‘crazy’ guy.
dered handbags in its window. The Police were on the look out for
anyone who could translate Hungarian.
Even a multi-lingual Russian said he
just didn’t have Hungarian. The man
stayed up that tree for hours, keeping
the road blocked.
Now it’s Cavendish Mansions. The old
grey-brown Victorian monstrosity of
flats. An old friend died in this build-
ing. He lived on the top floor. His im-
age comes to prod me on the shoulder
with warnings. He used to rail against
the corrupt ways of the modern world.
The future’s definitely not what it used
‘‘like a narrow beige lego brick to be, he said. His death from muscu-
placed upside down’’ lar atrophy surprised me as he’d fooled
us all consistently about his age. We
all thought he was ten years younger.
The top floor has a treacherous flight
of stairs where even I nearly broke a
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leg. I stayed here one dark and gloomy a tramp with long-and-short-knotted
Christmas in the confinement of his dreadlocks. He carries his whole life
never-furnished flat. I wonder who in a filthy backpack. A whiff of his
lives there now? A family of six from coat blasts a few feet around him.
Afghanistan, Colombia or Rumania? One morning, I saw him calmly ly-
ing back on library steps wrapped in
a brown sleeping bag, as though this
was the comfiest of beds with fresh
cotton sheets. He had probably not
had a bath or shower for weeks, yet
he was coolly absorbed in trimming
his nails with nail clippers.
I ‘‘I get long and
loose in my stride’’
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reversal. Look down and you see – a tal ball of their life. No one talking on
public ashtray. the bus either. Above these somber
faces, is a full blast of stunning black
5) The old guy in the shorts with muscle-tilting urgently out of pure white
Celtic design sweater. He smiles like cotton cling-fit boxers. The black in
he’s having a personal street fest. A white theme with actor-model Djimoun
cross between Popeye and Walk Whit- Hounsou, the new body of Calvin Klein
man, quizzically foraging in the rubbish STEEL underwear ads. Does Calvin
bins, pulling a shopping tartan pattern Klein wear his own underwear? I won-
shopping trolley. He has scabs and der if all the body envelopes on the
sores on the back of his legs. Maybe bus realize their faces are topped by
he sees poetry where we see all we Djimoun’s semi-naked body?
discard. He pulls out a Metro newspa-
per to read, happy with his catch, free 6) The Lady in multi-coloured trainers
to read all day, without remorse or carrying a bag of plain black ‘office’
blame, while others have to work. shoes to change into. She’s power
walking to work.
There’s Pushkin House opposite the
Swedenborg House. Legal names metal 7) Even larger African lady who
plaques on brick walls and it’s Dicken’s wears crocheted shawls and smells like
Bleak House again: Whitelock and a fragrant orange grove. She breathes
Storr; Bursten and Mueller; Millward- heavily as she takes two seats on the
Brown: Very Mr. Tulkinghorn. Lot in a bus.
name.
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hairless, shiny.
…Aquarius, Whittard, Red, Crest of ‘‘I wear blinkers.
London, Caffe Nero, Grabb-a-bite Ma-
rina D’Or, Prêt-a-Manger…
Best way to save
money.
11) The Circuit Training teacher with
his finely-trimmed beard watches me Second only to burning
from the high chair at the window at
Prêt-a-Manger. Having his breakfast,
your credit cards.’’
reading his newspaper, pen in hand.
Not eating bacon to keep so fit. We Topshop where Kate Moss flashed her
can’t speak through the glass. The red-robed bod in the window for all of
moment will come when we do, and ten seconds. Then Nike Town, a world
he’ll smile. The only one to break that inside a shop. Shops enough to suit
rule. even the most rabid shopping junkie. I
… Wasabi, Halifax, Grab-a-bite, Body must be the only one who passes who
Shop, Eat, Oxford News, Jus Lookin… does not stop to shop.
Or I drop, having not shopped.
12) The serious man with the high- Then, dodging the traffic at Oxford Cir-
domed head and suit passes. Is he cus. I don’t use the crossing, but nip
Armenian, or Iranian? The huge wing out into the road to cut three minutes
temples on the sides of his head. The waiting off. Buses turn corners hard
look of a lost genius, alien intelligence. and fast. They’d squash you if they
That brain must contain entire worlds, could get away with it,
multiple cultures warring for space.… as if to say, you shouldn’t be there
Stoopid.
Just …Curry’s, Moss, Intimissimi, …H&M, John Lewis, Zara, H. Samuel,
Game, The 100 Club… Claire’s, T The 1963 Barbara Hepworth Winged
Mobile, Phones4u, Plaza Shopping Mall Figure - a spirograph in 3D, BHS,
(with the golden gymast doing a knees Clinton Cards, The Body Shop, Ann
up statue) Accessorize… Harvey…
Relentless retail therapy can drown out
13) The young black boy passes, al- sensible thoughts of saving money.
ways in a hurry. He wears black jack- Shopping is the new world number one
et, black pants, black shirt, exactly at hobby. Retail is a branch of the en-
the same time each morning. He never tertainment industry, creating its army of
looks. He keeps focused on his direc- shopper junkies.
tion, bound for work. Once, he wore a
brown cardigan. I wear blinkers. The best way to save
..UNIQLO, O2, Esprit, Aldo, HMV, money. Second only to burning your
Soccer Scene, Jeans West, Global, credit cards.
La Senza Lingerie, H&M, Ravel, Office, John Lewis, House of Fraser, Star-
Faith, HSBC, Schuh, Urban Outfitters, bucks, Herbal Inn, Carphone Ware-
Miss Selfridge, and the biggies… house, Fossil, Citibank, Debenhams,
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yet another Mexx, Crest, Sunglass The home journey is more elbow-
Hut…. dodgems. You hold on to your bag
and pockets. Oxford Street is flooded
14) I see the two guys: one black, not just with aimless shoppers carrying
one white; near the fruit stall. They maps, but with commuters who can’t
stand together, smoking, inhaling hard get home in the transport strike.
and fast. Heads close together so I 17) At New Oxford Street, a city gent,
imagine they are buddies, nattering white hair, pin striped suit asks me:
about who’s been backstabbed at work. is this the way to Liverpool Street? It’s
They stand back – almost a kiss- the general direction, along Clerkenwell
throw newspapers in the waste bin, Road, I nod. All this walking makes
then saunter off in opposite directions. you fit, he says.
Right, I agree. It does.
15) Two tourists ask, Excuse me Fit where I wonder?
please. Sir. Could you tell we how to
get to Selfridges? The walk allows me to ignore the
I say, all deadpan, Try a car boot stress of getting there and back each
sale, or maybe Brick Lane? Loot is day. It gives me a chance to breathe
also good for selling stuff. in the city’s famous ripped backsides.
They puzzle it over, and wonder if Walking allows me to take time slowly,
their English has been misunderstood. even if my pace is fast.
I smile. Just kidding. It settles problems and enables me
They are even more confused. to let stuff go.
I point across the road a hundred feet
away. There it is. Is it the getting there that matters, or
Oh. Ah. Thank you very very much. how much I glean from going each
At least they are smiling now, this step of the way?
walk-a-day morning.
People are the landscape in the city.
Almost there.
Home I go to a journey’s end that’s
16) A blind man walks by Bond Street as different and the same as the set-
Tube station tapping the way ahead ting off each good walking, mad morn-
with his long white extendable cane, ing.
a worn out violin case tucked under
his arm. He wobbles now and again,
or just stands there in an envelope of © 2008
sounds. He is able to identify each
buses from the ripple the tyres make.
Finally, arriving at work is, fancifully,
as imagination gets pumped up from
walking, like landing at port, anchoring www.kierondevlin.com
in from the sea of people, primed for Blog
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