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Margo in London: This Darkness
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Tuesday, 7 July 2015. There are a few different things that stand out for me, in my memory of 7/7. I remember how hot it was. The trains were packed; I remember the exact feeling of squeezing onto the train at Finchley Central and thinking, ". If I'm not careful I'm going to leave a full-face impression of my make up all over the back of this guy's crisp clean oh-so-white shirt. I remember the walk home. I remember thinking, ". They've effectively sealed off the whole of Zone 1. I remember that darkness ...
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Margo in London: May 2015
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Saturday, 30 May 2015. The Sound of the Swifts. I am lying on my back on my lawn in the sun. I have one leg resting high on a pile of cushions, protecting my knee. I have damaged a ligament and I must be still, unmoving for days, possibly weeks. I will do this because I want to be recovered for my holiday in Corfu in ten days' time. So I lie still. I read my book. Ghosts stories of strange creatures off the coast of Finnistére. Soon I must go in, back to the world of things to do and be done. And I walk&...
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Margo in London: April 2014
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Sunday, 6 April 2014. The Realities of Snow: In the Cold Light of Day. It was the first time for me, coming back to the UK from Africa, that the change was hard. "Is it just me," asked Guy, "or does everything here smell vaguely of shit? Now we are here and the change is a shock. After two weeks I was admitted for my eye surgery as planned and now I am at home recovering. I wrote a piece of fiction a few months ago. Reviewing it now makes everything - everything. But of course, that will never be . This ...
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Margo in London: June 2013
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Thursday, 27 June 2013. Mandela's gift to me. Nelson Mandela gave this speech from the dock at the beginning of his trial for sabotage in 1964, thirty years before democracy was realised in South Africa, when I was just three. Because of South Africa’s repressive media laws during apartheid, his words were banned from the public domain. The first time I had legal permission as a white South African to read his words was in 1991 when those laws were repealed. I was thirty years old. It doesn't seem possib...
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Margo in London: August 2013
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Saturday, 17 August 2013. This too shall pass. 6 months after the eye surgery; 4 months after the bad fall; 3 months after the traumatic move of house and job - I have finally rejoined a gym. I ran on the treadmill again today, looking out over the wild fields of Hillingdon. And I felt good. The Man with the Child in his Eyes. How can you hate a man who cries watching the ending of Casablanca? When he tells me he thought of me in the day while he worked, and thought of the loveliness of my long hair?
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Margo in London: August 2015
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Sunday, 16 August 2015. I am so grateful to my friends because they've taken me out and away from myself, and thrown me into adventures which have made me happy. I break down and get rescued. So be it. I think, where is the civilisation I have come to know and expect from camping in England? Nowhere, folks. This is it. I had to laugh. What can I expect - always, the unexpected! Then back to the camp site in the dark. We slimed our way up the hill again in D's car. Miraculously it appeared the rai...I sle...
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Margo in London: Swordplay in the sky
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Sunday, 10 May 2015. Swordplay in the sky. And I walk. I look around at nature; the burgeoning spring. And I look up at the sky. The kite floats up on a thermal; the crow advances. The kite breaks and they tumble together, locked, circling down upon each other like fighter planes in WW2. They coast again and wings flap lazy in the sky. Sword fighters. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The Sound of the Swifts. Swordplay in the sky. The Moth Snowstorm: Nature and Joy.
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Margo in London: Marking the Curve
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Friday, 7 August 2015. The half-life of love is forever.". Junot Diaz, from his book ". This is How You Lose Her. I thought I'd be over it by now but I'm not. In fact, I'm suffering harder than I was in the days just after it ended. But no - that's not true. I was suffering so hard then, I was incoherent. There's a lot of detail I just don't remember. When will it stop? Please tell me when this part is over, cos I'm so tired of it and I want to feel better. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Margo in London: January 2015
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Friday, 23 January 2015. I have lived here for 9 years now. And I have partied in some of the most fantastic, scary, intense and brilliant clubs in the world, right here in London. In the early days I partied in some seriously avant-garde, risque places, with lots of very bohemian friends. In my view the Coliseum was one of London's best club destinations. These events were subversive, rude, violent, breathtaking, transgressive, and I revelled in them all. Needless to say we went crazy and made some pret...
