Electric City

I only went down to my local as I was feeling a tad grumpy with myself, more than anything else. Feeling hungry and having a need to make recompense for the vile frozen burgers I ate earlier I headed for  McDonalds. So by chance I bumped into my brother leering at me with amusement across the 'Burges', so I ended up in a Bar with extraordinary loud music, and shot the breeze, in China they give you fortune cookies, in Coventry it would appear to be Viagra gel, "that will keep you going for six hours"  he tells me, I don't quite remember asking for it; but I keep it anyway. We then moved to his fave haunt which was adjacent, and we settled down to chat. So this is Coventry on a hot summers night if you seek it, the garden had its own 'Kung Foo' wooden fencing and a interesting view of brown brick fifties architecture dominated by black incongruous fire escapes, and Air conditioner units, I could easily have been in New York in the fifties, expecting Bogie to turn around the corner at any moment, however the men all wore shorts instead of  'Zoot' suits the girls of all shapes and sizes ran around in there tight outfits, more tattoos than skin; grinding away with there hips to the dance music with there boyfriends.
                                                        It was full of professional and serious people,  as much as has beens and drunks, all relaxing and doing there thing, chilling and having fun on a humid evening in the City, and why not?; and as good as it was to catch up with family, and hang with them all, I yearned for my Chicken legend and milkshake, so made my apologies and headed home. It may be that I am getting older, but at least my woman knows where she stands with me. So I made my way back home in a some what crooked line, Banana milkshake in hand, and retired to my humble bed.