Twins
September 2nd 2008 08:16
Twins.
Two men sit opposite me at the bar and they seem to look when I’m not looking. I look up and they just both smile this same smile.
When they order beers, I take a stab at them being brothers. They just laugh and one of them says, ‘Please I look nothing like him… look how ugly he is!’ I knew straight away they were lying. Brothers stick together, and for that matter, always make fun of each other without taking real offence.
It was their eyes that I saw were similar but mainly their way of interacting with each other that stood out as family banter. The quieter one seemed to have a good-looking face, and therefore he didn’t need his wit and jokes to get him by in life.
His brother has rather large ears, and a big mouth with teeth lashing out all over the place. He definitely makes up for this by talking overtly and crudely at times. Stories to tell. And quite a story he could tell.
Having been to Australia he reminisced about his trip picking out places he remembered such as the Court in Oxford St. Quite a party boy he seems. His brother just sits and looks on quietly.
They both work together in marketing and tell me it’s a good life, and good salary for talking shit most of the day. Makes me feel sick thinking about the wage I’m on. Both Kent boys, the quiet one lives with his girlfriend there, while the loud one has taken root in London as he likes to ‘get wrecked every night, and that’s what London is all about.’ I almost kinda agree on that one with the shit weather, and the working atmosphere sometimes there is only the pub that gets you through to the next working day. People come to make money, and get drunk, and then leave when they have had enough.
The loud twin takes a phone call, and all of a sudden the noise that seemed to take over the whole surrounding area had ceased and there was just he and I. He asked questions and waited for the answers. I told him about my travels and my writing and he gave a listening ear. It was exactly what I needed right then and there… just someone to listen and not talk for a change.
Two men sit opposite me at the bar and they seem to look when I’m not looking. I look up and they just both smile this same smile.
When they order beers, I take a stab at them being brothers. They just laugh and one of them says, ‘Please I look nothing like him… look how ugly he is!’ I knew straight away they were lying. Brothers stick together, and for that matter, always make fun of each other without taking real offence.
It was their eyes that I saw were similar but mainly their way of interacting with each other that stood out as family banter. The quieter one seemed to have a good-looking face, and therefore he didn’t need his wit and jokes to get him by in life.
Having been to Australia he reminisced about his trip picking out places he remembered such as the Court in Oxford St. Quite a party boy he seems. His brother just sits and looks on quietly.
They both work together in marketing and tell me it’s a good life, and good salary for talking shit most of the day. Makes me feel sick thinking about the wage I’m on. Both Kent boys, the quiet one lives with his girlfriend there, while the loud one has taken root in London as he likes to ‘get wrecked every night, and that’s what London is all about.’ I almost kinda agree on that one with the shit weather, and the working atmosphere sometimes there is only the pub that gets you through to the next working day. People come to make money, and get drunk, and then leave when they have had enough.
The loud twin takes a phone call, and all of a sudden the noise that seemed to take over the whole surrounding area had ceased and there was just he and I. He asked questions and waited for the answers. I told him about my travels and my writing and he gave a listening ear. It was exactly what I needed right then and there… just someone to listen and not talk for a change.
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