Archive for December, 2009

STO-LON

December 7, 2009

Tall, good looking, well educated, good job, dresses smart and with exquisite manners. No no it’s not the average Swedish man I’m describing, he is actually British.

I was just at my favourite bar having cranberry juice when I heard this voice which to me sounded like something godsend. Indeed it was Queen’s English I heard there and then in a trendy bar in Stockholm. My head turned to see where this lovely voice came from.

Bingo!

Mr double-barrelled surname was a head longer then everyone else when I saw him at the Embankment tube station, three weeks later. Straight from work he met me in a three-piece-suit, wig left at work. I didn’t mind.

While the rest of us only dress up at the occasional fancy dress party, England decides to make the stiff and serious atmosphere in a court room a bit more fun by wearing very small wigs and very large gowns.

Yes I do find this behaviour rather odd as last time I had a look it was 2009 and not 1609.

Anyhow, without his wig Mr double-barrelled surname whisked me away to an old pub where we had wine outside, and it made my frozen Scandinavian soul melt. I was standing outside zipping wine at the end of November. My coat wasn’t even done up. I could move back to London for this reason only.

By the next day it was like I was starring in a British romcom with Hugh Grant.

Sussex downs. The BMW parked next to a field belonging to the big Estate. The sun was shinning, me looking smart in brown boots and a green coat, with a big scarf wrapped around my neck. I was made to play this part. He looked casual with jeans, jumper and a down west. I was Cameron, he was Jude.

We walked down an ally in to the forest holding hands, dry autumn leaves rustling under our feet.

It was warm and sunny, and the country side was looking ever so beautiful in all its red and green colours when all of a sudden the sky became grey and heavy showers came down. We run and took shelter by a wall, had a kiss and then the sun came back again and a big rainbow appeared.

I would rent that movie!

Ps. Mr double-barrelled surname has mice in the kitchen of his Fulham house. Naturally.