Post 8 - Sylvia, NW1

Sylvia and I met at a networking party through the agency I used to model for quite a while back. We'd been arranging to catch up for a while now but it seemed like perfect timing when I recieved her text as I was asleep on the Jubilee line trying to catch up on some lost hours accumalated during the week. The problem with not having a home is if you have finished what you're doing such as uni or work for example, and have nowhere to go until the person you are arranging to meet up with is done doing whatever it is they are doing, you are in quite a predicament seeing as you have nowhere to go home to! So, once again I found myself on the tube going back and forth for a few hours in a bid to get some well earned rest. The Bakerloo line is one of my personal favourites, it's aged carraiges dont allow it to hit too hard a speed and it rocks gently from side to side on the rickety tracks to allow for a peaceful nap, almost cradle like.

"Hey Moe, long time no speak! Are you free anytime soon?" I ponder for a minute thinking if I had any plans. Well other than going from one end of the tube to other, not much for the time bieng. We arranged to meet up later that day in Angel. If I was to make a good impression I'd have to sort myself out and change from my jeans and ketchup stained Nirvana t-shirt so I went in to work at Ben Sherman on Carnaby St, made sure I stayed away from the managers in charge and "borrowed" a nice Albini shirt, quickly got changed in the toilet and gave myself a well-needed beard trimmer. Luckily for me the duty managers were in the middle of a meeting so I left my bag in the staff room - something the always tell me off for, and made my way down to Angel.


We were enjoying a few drinks and catching up, Sylvia was a very straight talking and dominant Italian young proffesional so I had to be on my best behaviour. I suppose it came with her job as the CEO of her own PR agency. After a while all of that went out of the window as the shots of vodka came out and soon after ended up back at hers to carry on the fun. She woke me up the next day with a Malboro light and asked what I wanted for breakfast and I told her I was fine for the time bieng. The beers from the night before were still very much swimming in my liver but the moment she explained she was having a bacon sandwich sent up by the 24 hour concierge I instantly felt better, it wasn't every day I got 5 star treatment so made the most of this oppurtinuty. She put on her dressing gown and we made our way on to the balcony with the most picturesque view of London. You could see everything from the docklands all the way across to the Eye, and slowly began remembering where I was. At the top of a 17 storey flat in the swanky part of Islington, this was definitely a highlight of my sofasurfing experiences. Soon after she kindly reminded me that she was late for work and this brought me back in to real world, I was getting used to this!

Beans on toast with chicken strips, the cure for any hangover.

The view from the balcony