Write about what you know, they always say when handing out advice to aspiring writers. What do I know about most intimatelyat the moment? Well, commuting, as long-suffering long- term readers will know. And what’s going on this week in the world of trains? Well, it’s London Fashion Week. I should explain.
A relation, who once had cause to be at Harborough Station early one morning, told me he felt as though he’d stumbled into a previously unknown world, and that the poor benighted commuters, in their dark suits, looked like a flock (or murther) of crows.
This week, however, we poor subfusc creatures have visitors from a more brilliant world. It’s London Fashion Week and people who – I think (I don’t entirely understand this world) are generally buyers for clothing stores, in the likes of Sheffield and Nottingham travel down to London to view the latest collections- and what birds of paradise they are! What brilliant plumage they have! A day or two ago, for instance, I sat opposite a woman who appeared to have been sprayed with metallic gold paint – not all over, obviously, but she had quite a lot of the stuff in her hair.
And your correspondent? Well, in the Autumn, at any rate, I tend to favour what could kindly be termed earth tones –mud, lichen, gravel, that sort of thing, so I suppose, in this scenario, I could represent myself as a throstle –
Well, I hope that’s given you an insight into a – perhaps unfamiliar -corner of contemporary life.