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I’m trying to park, it’s a Sunday, so parking is free. But its getting harder all the time to find a space. I find one in Hope St, in front of that bus stop where S parks all the time. The space is big enough, but traffic is heavy, so I make a mess of getting into it. Ideally I would come out and try again, but with the buses, and traffic, its easier to make stop starts back and forth till I’m in. A bus stops killing my visibility. A bus stops and people flood off, wandering around me, behind me. So I have to wait till they clear, till I can be confident I won’t hit anyone. I’m touching curb, and I’m not happy about it. Nothing I can do about it till its clear. The two shuffling old women getting off the bus stop at my car and wave at me, they point at the curb, they think they are being helpful. I throw my hands in my air, in a yeah, tell me about it fashion, and mouth I KNOW! They smile and wander off, and I can get the space to park properly. That done I wander off. I go to see a film, I buy some books, I have dinner, I go see a film. I come back to the car, hours later. Its dark now, late, the street is clear. Just my car, and the bus stop, and a couple. He is standing in the road, about a car length behind my car. She is standing behind the glass of the shelter, and you can hear her a mile off. She is shouting, a familiar scene, one I’ve seen too often - I want you out of my life! I’m sick of you! I want you to go away! I don’t mean for now! I don’t mean till morning! I mean forever! I want you to fuck off! People stop at the junction and look down. I get in my car. I lock my doors. I drive away.

Labels: bus, bus stop, couple, fighting, glasgow, old women, sunday

Every record shop has stacks of his records. Shifting as many as possible in the wake of his death. The HMV in Buchanan Street which took over the still cooling corpse of the Zavvi that was there before, has speakers mounted in the door way, blasting music into the street. Looping his hits. It hits Thriller. Two girls walking down the street, right by the speakers, take a moment to do a step, to swing their arms in front of them like the shuffling dead. Moments later, couple coming up the other way, on the other side of the street, nudge each other, and without missing a step, they do the arm thing as well.

Labels: couple, girls, glasgow, thriller