Freak like me...
I'm not from round here and it's becoming rather obvious as I struggle to find my feet back in Small-Ville. I've never lived anywhere but London as a grown up and I feel like a complete Alien at the local shop. My old dinner lady served me at the Co-op, and you don't get that in the city.
So today, as I waited on the platform of the village station there were three people waiting with me; one looked like a member of atomic kitten, one was so pale that he was almost blue and the final lady was wearing a bum bag (A BUM BAG - and she was too young for irony). I just don't understand!!
My travel companions looked at my Ugg boots, bashed-up jeans and retro-cool fitted grey suit jacket and I'm sure they all muttered something and laughed. Haven't they heard of Sienna Miller here? What's going on.
The tree's and flowers make me feel dizzy, the fresh air makes me cough, the local pub plays karaoke on a Wednesday and the boys wink at you in the street. It's a little bit like getting to heaven and realising that you are wearing the wrong shoes. I've been in London for so long that when people chat to me in the pub I have small panic attacks and have to revive myself with gin. I can tell already that I've been marked down as an unfriendly London-bitch, possibly because I am. I must change my ways before college starts.
I'm not getting a bum bag though. No way.
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(4.8.04 15:39) I'll bet you it ain't as bad as you think Daise! Their probably intimidated, but i reckon they'll get use to you and love you... And please, please, stick with your harvey nicks stuff, never do the bum bag thing! |
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(4.8.04 15:40) you're not a bitch daisy..cheer up hunn.. btw, ugg boots - nice. xx |
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(4.8.04 15:41) Oh heavens, Fanny-Packs - surely the devil never created a more inappropriate 'fashion' item. Chin up Daise. xxx |
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(4.8.04 15:48) People look you in the eye too, don't they? Freaks. |
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(4.8.04 15:51) Oh bless you, Daisy - you've just cheered me right up ..... |
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(4.8.04 15:56) Aah dont worry there probably just dazzled by your city chic stylishness. Keep smiling Daise! xxx |
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(4.8.04 16:05) Cheers guys. And YAAGs - yes straight in the eyes. Sometimes they smile too. Weirdo's. |
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(4.8.04 16:11) I swear - there are some of us out there (normal country girls) I'm sure you'll find some soon. |
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(4.8.04 16:14) Yes, but Luda, what if they actually talk to me? D x |
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(4.8.04 16:15) Just pretend you're Spanish, Daisy. Or French. Or summat. You'll be fine. |
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(4.8.04 17:15) That centre of suburban cool, Manchester is only down the road, don't forget - I advise you to get out of that little Northern Town as frequently as possible and head somewhere civil instead! ;-) Keith (We have a Harvey Nic's and everything) |
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(4.8.04 18:14) Wow - I'm a Londoner born and bred and I've never had the gall to actually smile at someone in the street...are they all mad? 
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(4.8.04 19:08) Don't listen to Keith, Daisy! Mancunians like to think they're hip and metropolitan, but they're not. They have neither the natural style nor the innate cool of your average scouser. |
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(4.8.04 23:14) Smile at people on the street? What part of the north is this? If I smiled at someone on the street round these parts I would be lucky to escape with my life... |
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(4.8.04 23:29) Are you sure that's nothing to do with the way you smile, PeterJ? |
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(5.8.04 00:52) menace, what are you suggesting about my smile? *wild-eyed grin* |
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(5.8.04 01:04) That's very charming, Pete *flees in terror* |
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(5.8.04 12:38) So you're back in the Pool of Life, la? Will hook up with you soon, whenever we've both got a moment to spare xxx |
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(5.8.04 14:31) Davey - yes. Mail me. PJ - stop scaring people away from my blog. Menace - *whispers* of course they haven't... Keith - Harvey Nicks you say? Hmmm. Nutso - It's all very odd... ...and Pog - I'm thinking London is exotic enough for now. |
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(5.8.04 14:34) Sorry Daise, I'll be good, honest... |
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(5.8.04 14:44) Good point, Daisy .... |
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(5.8.04 16:18) It's up to them to step up to your standards, Daze. Bloody rubes, they should be thankful they have someone there that can teach 'em the ways of downtown-livin. And the next wink you get, spray mace into the open eye and whip out your phone to text a friend about it. |