There’s a fish tank in Greenwich Waterstones bookshop. A fish tank! I like it. I ask a staff member how long it’s been there. “Eleven years” she says. I introduce myself grandiloquently as writer in residence of the Greenwich and Docklands International Festival. It sounded so pompous I should’ve rolled my rrrrrr’s. I tell them about the temporary café at Greenwich station with the tweet on top. “That’s my tweet ” I say. “On top of MVMENT Cafe (?) It won a design award last week.”. I’m looking for common ground. I’m a writer . This is a bookshop.
“ Oh the tweet.” Says Gloria. She Pauses. So do her eyebrows. “I don’t tweet”. I explain that I do an original tweet every morning and that a tweet is just a group of words like a book is a group of words. “But you’re surrounded by words.” I say “All these books are simply collections of tweets.” I spread my arms like I think am Doctor ‘freaking’ Doolittle “This bookshop is a flock of tweets. A flock.” It’s getting a little intense. “Is MVMNT Café at the DLR station?” She says and I light up “Yes. YES. that’s the one”. “I don’t use the station” she says and passes me a card for a Greenwich writers group that meets at the café upstairs. On the wall next to the window in the cafe I see a poster and it reads Aldous Huxley Brave New World. It’s next to a window to the world. I must tweet that. One thing I know is this: Gloria loves books @GreenwichBooks