big coincidence

i want to share my big coincidence with you. when i tell people about it, i am surprised by their lack of surprise, to the extent that usually i tell them it again, just in case they weren't listening properly the first time.

about eight years' ago i was sitting on a number 73 bus, one of those routemasters they've recently taken out of service, travelling from stoke newington down to the west end. i was reading an awful awful book called call me, by p-p hartnett, about this gay bloke who rides around london on his bike shagging the people he's met through contact ads. these were the days when i had the luxury of believing that once i had started a book i should keep on reading until the end, no matter how bad the book. so my coincidence is, as the number 73 bus containing me rumbled down pentonville road, the character in the book was riding his bicycle down pentonville road too. isn't that amazing? i wasn't in essex road, or the gray's inn road, but i was actually in pentonville road. and i wasn't reading the catcher in the rye or moby-dick or something.

so what do you think? written down, it looks a bit crap, but if my face were pressed right up against yours, my eyes wide and scarey, maybe it would have more impact.