Archive for November, 2015

November 22nd 2015

Sunday, November 22nd, 2015
With their heads bowed scanning emails on their smart phones, The lift doors parted, the three men and four women in formal office attire appeared to be snoozing while standing.
The lift doors parted, and the occupants streamed out, perhaps to grab some breakfast from the employees only canteen in the lobby.
The snoozers took their place in the lift, leaving the task of pressing the “close doors” button to the tallest lady.
A young woman with a guy in tow jumped into the lift, as if attempting to go over a huge cavity.
“I just didn’t think the story was good,” she said.
“If you think this wasn’t well told, you should’ve seen them when Roger Moore was Bond!”
“I haven’t watched any.”
“You mean you haven’t beheld the eyebrow of legend?” He didn’t need any further prompting.
“He would decimate them with just one look, and that is the bad guys; wait until you hear of his effect on women and men…”
The young lady was enjoying the performance of this chap’s hands, busy though they were with a cup and a small brown bag with grease showing through.
The doors opened.
As they left, the three men and four women looked up, and the tallest of the ladies lifted an eyebrow.
Peace and love,
Ja’far
With their heads bowed scanning emails on their smart phones, the three men and four women in formal office attire appeared to be snoozing while standing.
The lift doors parted, and the occupants streamed out, perhaps to grab some breakfast from the employees only canteen in the lobby.
The snoozers took their place in the lift, leaving the task of pressing the “close doors” button to the tallest lady.
A young woman with a guy in tow jumped into the lift, as if attempting to go over a huge cavity.
“I just didn’t think the story was good,” she said.
“If you think this wasn’t well told, you should’ve seen them when Roger Moore was Bond!”
“I haven’t watched any.”
“You mean you haven’t beheld the eyebrow of legend?” He didn’t need any further prompting.
“He would decimate them with just one look, and that is the bad guys; wait until you hear of his effect on women and men…”
The young lady was enjoying the performance of this chap’s hands, busy though they were with a cup and a small brown bag with grease showing through.
The doors opened.
As they left, the three men and four women looked up, and the tallest of the ladies lifted an eyebrow.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

November 15th 2015

Sunday, November 15th, 2015
Theatre
“Are there any available seats, please?” he asked, his calm appearance hiding a  real determination.
“Yes, stalls, S23,” the bespectacled man with receding hairline pointed to the seating plan on the glass partition of the box office booth.
“Have you read the book?” he attempted small talk with the middle aged lady in a comfy beige wool jumper.
“I can’t remember the ending though,” she explained in what he thought was a West Country accent.
In the interval, the Scottish lady – his knowledge of North of the Border speak didn’t extend to deciding a specific locale – explained to what he thought to be her mother, “no, his father had lied to him; the mother wasn’t dead, but she’d gone off with the neighbour!”
As the cast took a second curtain call before a delighted audience, he thought to himself, “Paris, je t’aime.”
Peace and love,
Ja’far

Theatre

“Are there any available seats, please?” he asked, his calm appearance hiding a  real determination.

“Yes, stalls, S23,” the bespectacled man with receding hairline pointed to the seating plan on the glass partition of the box office booth.

His ticket  in his jacket pocket, he walked out into the cold West End air.

A quick pre-play snack was rapidly consumed.

“Have you read the book?” he attempted small talk with the middle aged lady in a comfy beige wool jumper in S22.

“I can’t remember the ending though,” she explained in what he thought was a West Country accent.

In the interval, the Scottish lady in R23 – his knowledge of North of the Border speak didn’t extend to deciding a specific locale – explained to what he thought to be her mother, “no, his father had lied to him; the mother wasn’t dead, but she’d gone off with the neighbour!”

As the cast took a second curtain call before a delighted audience, he thought to himself, “Paris, je t’aime.”

Peace and love,

Ja’far

November 8th 2015

Monday, November 9th, 2015

“A lot of people these days.. they leave their jobs, so they do this!” The young man confides to me, as he lightly taps his finger over the shop counter.

“As soon as I drop a customer, I don’t even have time to close the job; a new booking,” he motions admiringly to the app running on his mobile phone.

“You know, the guy who started this – he’s now a billionaire,” his left hand creates a steep curve in the air.

The rain was swelling the little puddle on top, making the canopy sag in the middle and threatening those customers taking refuge by the fruit boxes.

Beep went the smart phone.

He hurried through the rain to the silver saloon.

Peace and love,

Ja’far

November 8th 2015
“A lot of people these days.. they leave their jobs, so they do this!”
The young man confides to me, as he lightly taps his finger over the shop counter.
“As soon as I drop a customer, I don’t even have time to close the job; a new booking,” he motions admiringly to the app running on his mobile phone.
“You know, the guy who started this – he’s now a billionaire,” his left hand creates a steep curve in the air.
The rain was swelling the little puddle on top, making the canopy sag in the middle and threatening those customers taking refuge by the fruit boxes.
Beep went the smart phone.
He hurried through the rain to the silver saloon.
Peace and love,
Ja’far
November 8th 2015
“A lot of people these days.. they leave their jobs, so they do this!”
The young man confides to me, as he lightly taps his finger over the shop counter.
“As soon as I drop a customer, I don’t even have time to close the job; a new booking,” he motions admiringly to the app running on his mobile phone.
“You know, the guy who started this – he’s now a billionaire,” his left hand creates a steep curve in the air.
The rain was swelling the little puddle on top, making the canopy sag in the middle and threatening those customers taking refuge by the fruit boxes.
Beep went the smart phone.
He hurried through the rain to the silver saloon.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

November 1st 2015

Sunday, November 1st, 2015
November 1st 2015
He had to look up from the page, as the tapping of the blue biro on a what looked like a print out from the net was getting intense.
“The XYZ camera, along with the XYZ lens, and two wireless mics, should do it,” he overheard the young man speaking to someone at the other end of the line. The pen continued to leave little dots below the website address on the creased page.
“What sort of a price would I be looking at for this package?”
The tapping came to a sudden halt.
“Ah! That much!”
The inked tip resumed the hammering action.
“Is there no way to…”
The hand seemed to suffer a loss of power, and the pen tumbled down noisily, finally stopping next to the empty cup of coffee.
“Ok, thank you.”
Looking up around him, his eyes told of a thousand disappointed thoughts.
He put on his well-worn jacket, and threw his rucksack over his right shoulder, and walked out.
Next to the coffee smudged polystyrene cup remained the blue biro.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

He had to look up from the page, as the tapping of the blue biro on what looked like a print out from the net was getting intense.

“The XYZ camera, along with the XYZ lens, and two wireless mics, should do it,” he overheard the young man speaking to someone at the other end of the line. The pen continued to leave little dots below the website address on the creased page.
“What sort of a price would I be looking at for this package?”
The tapping came to a sudden halt.
“Ah! That much!”
The inked tip resumed the hammering action.
“Is there no way to…”
The hand seemed to suffer a loss of power, and the pen tumbled down noisily, finally stopping next to the empty cup of coffee.
“Ok, thank you.”
Looking up around him, his eyes told of a thousand disappointed thoughts.
He put on his well-worn jacket, and threw his rucksack over his right shoulder, and walked out.
Next to the coffee smudged polystyrene cup remained the blue biro.
Peace and love,
Ja’far