It’s a molten sun. Life
is good and the world is waking. At 8am
I walk the length of Bethnal Green Road
where the market traders are setting out stalls. Tarpaulin skin slides over skeletal
frames and goods are unloaded from vans.
Of this part of day the traders are quiet
and work minded. There’s not much banter
between them. The banter’s for
later. For now they’ll blow into their
hands so not to waste warm breath.
I pass Brick Lane and arrive at Shoreditch House a private members
club. “let’s go to the roof” says Nikki
Parrott in her bright orange and auburn scarf. She is a good friend who I met some ten years
ago (check time fact). She’s the producer of a film I starred in. Later
we made a short film for Channel Four called
The Elevator based on a poem of mine.
The two actors were Ashley Walters and Gary Lewis.
Fast forward a few years on to and here and now. We are sat
chatting in a large room on the sixth floor with astounding views over the city,
floor to ceiling windows on all sides and in the centre a wood fire. The smell
of woodsmoke is the hint of Christmas to come. Outside the
rooftop swimming pool steams gently as a swimmer makes ripples to welcome in the
day. Where did it all go wrong.
Nikki’s latest documentary
film Only When I Dance has just released
in cinemas around the UK and has a Christmas day broadcast on Channel Four
before the alternative queens speech. The
film is featured in Grazia today and it’ll be a cover story in The Times on
Saturday. Nice. So I take Niklki’s Grazia ‘cause Southbank Centre is going to
have a Brazil festival and I want the artistic director to see this.
I arrive at Southbank centre for 10.30am and drop of the
piece with Jude Kelly along with a report on the Lambeth based Brazillian young people I
read for last week. The two black hands clap together on the clock
and it’s noon. I meet with Vicky Long at the offices to talk about Collision, a two week get together of artists from
January 11th to 24th.
3pm arrives wrapped in a black coat with a wide brimmed
hat. Chris Waterman breezes in to The Riverside Rooms. He makes light work of helping others. He is researcher for Helena Kennedy QC and much more and took me to lunch in parliament recently. I want to return the favour. We eat in Skylon overlooking the thames as
darkness falls and the Christmas lights spark up. .
Chris has
brought me an original cartoon drawn by
Jo Brand which I have bought for the NORCAP charity – how it came about is a
long story. It is a simple drawing of a house. Outside is
a sign that says CHILDRENS HOME. And
through one of the windows is a speech bubble that says “Quick hide! It’s that Madonna again.” And so the day ends on a quiet bus ride home that navigates through dark Christmas lit london like a knife through gravel.