The Granny...

Let it be known, I'm having a blog affair...

It's sordid and has left me scarred but I can't help it. It feels so wrong and yet so right.

I used to keep another blog. It was intense and it was fun, but you know how it is. After years of love we just stopped talking and my eyes wandered to bigger, better blogs.

I have copied this piece from my ex-blog. It's something I'm fond of and thought I'd give a little place in my bright and shiny new blog. It's a little strange but I swear that each and every word of it is true...

Thursday August 17th 2006

"I experienced something truly remarkable this evening.

One of those tiny, human moments when all bridges are fleetingly crossed and strangers can connect without the daily bonds of language, creed, social status or origin.

I had finished work for the evening at the Lyceum Theatre, selling ice creams to glassy eyed tourists wearing "Lion King" t-shirts. Tired and wanting to get home and out of my work clothes, I slumped my way to Embankment subway station and onto a train. Westbound Circle line to be precise! Notting Hill and home, here I come.

It was quiet! There were probably about twenty people scattered sparingly along the train carriage in which I sat. I sat silently and a little grumpily opposite a middle aged woman, buried in her 'Hello' magazine, and a little, Italian Granny.

The old woman (we are talking as stereotypical an Italian granny as you can picture) was reading a book. I truly have no idea what she was reading but quite unexpectedly and very loudly she burst out laughing. Her laughter was amazing.

She boomed with such a deep, hearty, from the belly style guffaw that everyone in the train carriage turned to watch. The funny thing is, she didn't stop. She was in absolute hysterics.

Noticing that the middle aged woman next to her was giving her a slightly odd look, the old lady started trying to explain to her (in Italian and between loud, unstoppable cackles) why she was laughing.

The middle aged woman clearly spoke absolutely no Italian. She shrugged at the granny but was noticeably affected by the infectiousness of what was happening. In a matter of seconds, the middle aged woman was also in hysterics and she had no idea why!

Next the two women turned to me. The granny started trying to explain to me why she was laughing but I have no idea what she said. I could feel myself starting to lose it! The middle aged woman was almost crying by now and I soon joined her.

The old woman's laughter was so loud and contagious that, once set off, I couldn't stop either. It was then that I looked up the train car and saw every single person had started laughing, one by one!!

I laughed all the way home and still have absolutely no idea what I was laughing at.

It was such an amazing experience. I feel so uplifted that in this time of war and heartbreak, something like that random subway ride can happen!! It brightened the rest of my week!"

 

That's all... Just a little story! x