cherries

by chee rabbits

British Summer Time
The first time I came to London by myself it was one week after my 19th birthday. I'd made the trip see Otway and Barrett live. It was the 19th of March. The opportunity arose for me to meet up with a girl whose diet consisted, seemingly in its entirety, of Wotsits and milk. I was charmed by this. We'd been speaking on-line, on MSN messenger. We'd met on MySpace when I'd made the effort to send her a very long message explaining that I liked her straw hat and we'd hit it off. We met up at Victoria train station and she sprayed my greasy hair with coconut Batiste on a concrete staircase. We never made it to the show, never made it out of hotel. She was kind to me. I met her parents. I met her dog, who was dying of cancer. That's when i learned dogs could get cancer. I met her friends, I was awkward around her friends. We saw each other a few more times. In train stations, bus stations, hotel rooms, and bread and breakfasts, toilet cubicles, a field of daffodils beside Three Bridges I've never seen again, and Croydon and Carlisle and Regent's Park where I lay my head on her lap and she squeezed blackheads on my forehead til they popped. Later on we broke each other's hearts.