We were singing in unison.
Off key, naturally, because the truth was neither of us could actually sing. But in unison all the same.
actually singIt was Elton John, of course.
I Guess That’s Why They Call It the Blues.
I Guess That’s Why They Call It the Blues.We’d been listening on headphones. There were plenty of people about; dotted around the fountains that acted as the centrepiece of Trafalgar Square. They’d been looking at us as if we were drunk, or worse. Even a scattering of pigeons had taken flight as we approached from the direction of the Canadian embassy. When I think back on it now, I suppose that sort of thing must happen all the time. Bright summer days must be filled with couples high on their own happiness, content with the world and not caring who knows.
Not that we w
