As I pass the Park Plaza County Hall Hotel, my eyes meet those of the hotel doorman. He stands outside, a picture of dapper athleticism, in his neatly tailored black coat, a bright, turquoise scarf and a bowler hat. Exuding easy grace, he shifts his weight from foot to foot and I imagine he might launch into a tap dance at any moment, accompanied by a crooning Irving Berlin.
Sunday, 27 April 2008
Heaven, I'm In Heaven...
As I pass the Park Plaza County Hall Hotel, my eyes meet those of the hotel doorman. He stands outside, a picture of dapper athleticism, in his neatly tailored black coat, a bright, turquoise scarf and a bowler hat. Exuding easy grace, he shifts his weight from foot to foot and I imagine he might launch into a tap dance at any moment, accompanied by a crooning Irving Berlin.
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I used to pass these men by and I always wondered how they could do all that standing all day long.
A turquoise scarf and a bowler hat -- see why I want to live in London?
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