Some moments change the way you view a particular location forever. That corner where you had that cuddle with that friend. That shop where you bumped into that famous people. That site where they held the open-air event – now long-forgotten, by all except those who shouted or danced or partied at the time.
Leicester Square was added to my list of memory bookmarks last Saturday afternoon. We were wandering towards the cinema when we heard a loud shriek, and suddenly the paths were filled with hundreds of pillow-wielding combatants, filling the air with feathers.
Between my giggles, I (not surprisingly) adopted a spanko spin on events. Girls in the centre of the fight, caught on CCTV. Police studying the grainy images, cross-checking names. Copies of photographs being posted with stern letters to respectable homes in leafy suburbs. Fathers summoning daughters into their studies; skirts being lifted, belts being removed; parental disapproval being made plain, in return for the authorities’ agreement not to press charges for such a blatant breach of public order.
A later check revealed that it’d been part of World Pillow Fight Day. So there’d have been paddlings in Seattle, strappings in Sydney, and whatever they do for discipline in Shanghai. I’m just surprised that the Lowewood girls were so slow on the uptake as to miss the opportunity to join in in the dorms…
Ah, the Lowewood gang are all on Easter break…
Who knows, they may do a rerun when they’re all back – from Sunday onwards
Or they might wait for another couple of weeks *cough* and, er, do it for real…
I swear Fate queues up to make these things happen to *you*, Abel, just so that you can think spanky thoughts and blog about them!!