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30 Mar 2008
Post number 33: Helena Christiansen and a 'concrete result'
My favourite bit in Alex James autobiography is the bit where he comes face to face with Helena Christiansen in the Groucho club. If my memory serves me correctly, the line goes, running into the most beautiful woman in the world,at least in my opinion, was an absolute concrete result. A great turn of phrase there. I, myself would have described the moment as a four engined touch, a phrase that only my friends Simon and Ian fully understand. It basically originated a few years back in my back yard. It was a beautiful sunny day one summer weekend and Simon and I were sharing a cold Stella. It was perfectly quiet and still (odd for Brixton and my flat!), there was no loud music emanating from my Kitchen, Hildegard (the 70 year old German lady from upstairs) wasn’t sticking her head out of the window and shouting ‘nein, nein, turn it down’. It was idyllic, not to hot, not too cold, what I used to enjoy about Sundays, Suddenly , the small patch of blue sky was filled with a noiseless, seemingly floating jumbo jet. It seemed to drift effortlessly overhead. I was mesmerised, transfixed and said to Simon ,’what a f**king touch that was. I must have got a bit carried away because Simon (who obviously told Ian about this incident, the two of them have never let me live the incident down and quite frequently start conversations with me by saying ‘seen any four engined touches lately? Bastards. Anyway as Mr James autobiography rumbles on I was particularly taken by how his love for a girl named Justine ( his first true love) never falters despite his philandering and rockstar excesses. I can draw plenty of obvious Parralels between this and my 20s, wher it’s easy for me to now see what a stupid, young,immature fool I was in my 20s more interested in having a good time than appreciating what I really had.