living in a distributed village

I bumped into Funky Dave today. I walked into a Starbucks down by Tate Modern and there he was typing away on his laptop and chatting on this phone. You couldn't ask for a nicer person to bump into. Brilliant. I've been in that Starbucks once in my life before. It felt like a remarkable coincidence.

And I bumped into Terry Watkins yesterday. We came out of the flat, taking Arthur for his first day back at school and Terry was sitting at the cafe across the road. Marvelous. You couldn't ask for a nicer person to bump into. Terry's office is way over in Farringdon. It felt like a remarkable coincidence.

But of course it wasn't that remarkable. London's a big place. But we don't live in all of it. We live in a distributed village determined by our interests, our income, our work, our habits.

In fact Terry and I have a slightly creepy habit of bumping into each other in places which rather emphasise this point; once at Mid-Century Modern in Dulwich, once in Borough Market,  and once in Selfridges. Your only possible conclusion from these meetings is that we're both impossibly pretentious, middle-class tossers probably engaged in the creative industries. (Sorry Terry, you know what I mean, I'm making a point here.)

That's what I like about coffee morning. It's like a meeting of the distributed village idiots/elders.

Come along. Tomorrow morning. (Friday). 11am. The Breakfast Club.

Comments

[Charles Edward Frith]

Distributed village? Bet you 50 quid it hits Wiki within the year. Fucking brilliant! It's big and succinct and lots of other good things. Bravo!

[jack]

I generally don't like to plan ahead. Seeing as how you're a planner however, will you be doing a coffee morning next friday (the 15th)?

[Charles Frith]

Just writing a post that mentions this andI've now seen Funky Pancake with my own eyes after yesterdays distributed village fair.

I also see that 1 year is looming quite quickly!