The other night walking along Rathbone Place in London town with an ex colleague we passed by No. 26 – the lights were still on and we could see R and Mr Tapped and Packed (T&P) sitting having a chat. I knocked on the door. R came and opened it to the smell of something delicious baking in the oven. We hugged. ‘You’re here so late, what’s going on?’ I asked. In his delightful Dublin accent R explained: ‘We’re celebratin’ Movember tomorrow – hangin’ up these photos that we took for it’. I looked around – sure enough there were photos everywhere of some of my No. 26 chums sporting a variety of little bushy numbers. ‘Wow, I’ve really missed you all’ I said.
We looked at V’s other photos on the wall. ‘Look at this one!’ my friend J exclaimed. ‘It looks like her knickers are sprayed on – innit?!’ We laughed.
‘So, what’s the deal tomorrow R?’ ‘Well we sell coffees as usual but all the proceeds go to charity – prostate cancer – cancer basically’. ‘That’s brilliant!’ I said to Mr T & P. He barely smiled, the weight of running a massively popular business and figuring out his next move, on his shoulders. ‘Yeah’ he said as he turned to run down the stairs. ‘I’ve gotta go – I’ve got a cake in the oven’.
We said our goodbyes and R said I must pop in on Movember day. I told him I’d try, but I knew it would be unlikely. My new city home is a world away from No. 26 but my heart’s still there and my imagination would have to suffice.