I have had a week of coincidences. This is not a complaint by any stretch - it is these things that add interest to life, and indeed caused the people of bygone eras to invoke superstition and warrant praying to all sorts of gods. while these last seven days have hardly entered the realms of folklore, it has definitely made for a less boring week and may have even reduced the yawn factor at work.
1: People On The Silverlink
I have lost count of the amount of times that I have noticed a fellow passenger on this malodorous vessel only to encounter them again the very same day. Model with portfolio. John Lennon look-alike. Goth man; every one of them destined to come back into my life for some reason. I did think that perhaps it was just because they flashed a light into my otherwise tunnel-visioned journey to work that I would notice them again, but the idea of fate is so much more fun.
2: Tyabbs
This heaven for curry eaters has recently reopened under the highly original name of “New Tyabbs” to the delight of anyone who arrived at the restaurant without a reservation. The refurbishment has made it possible for twice as many diners to enjoy their spicy gastronomics and was a subject of debate around my dinner table the other night. The debate being that we couldn’t for the life of us remember it’s name. Last weekend, both the Guardian and the Observer ran restaurant reviews featuring it.
3:A Reoccurring Word
One day you wake up and everyone is saying “flowery”. Well at least in this instance they were. I’m sure you have had something like this happen to you before; a word you had previously forgotten about is suddenly everywhere. In books, the television, on the side of the packet of cheerios. What made the word flowery particularly interesting this week is that two people used it in totally different contexts - one to describe the wine we were enjoying and the other to interpret the compilation of psychedelic music I was playing that afternoon.
Like I said, none of this is a complaint.
