London in December it's, always dark dreary and bloody freezing.
I arrive at Kings Cross station after a long train journey, standing , like a lost soul, looking at my map, for the nearest tube to Camden. I didn't take much luggage with me, just a small overnight bag, i wasn't intending on staying long, probably an evening. I eventually find the right tube and i arrive at Camden. I have never been here before, so I'm so overwhelmed with all the people, there is a smell of chestnuts roasting in the air, and everyone around me has their heads down and just getting on with their business, Christmas shopping probably, its so busy here.
I find the market and take my time, taking in everything, tasting things, smelling all sorts of lovely smells of all the different food stalls, i grab a bite to eat and carry on exploring this immense market. i get talking to a woman who has the most amazing scarves, i love them , the feel of them against my skin. I walk away from the stall and take my new purchase out of the brown paper bag to wear it.
I'm wrapping the scarf round my neck, not really looking where I'm going and all of a sudden someone walks right into me and i'm on my ass, on the cold wet ground, I'm a bit shocked and all i can hear is "oh fuck, I'm so sorry, are you ok?" and then while i'm thinking what the fuck...a hand comes down into my view to help me up, so many rings, i think to myself, but i grabbed it, all the while thinking about the pain in my ankle (and the embarrassment).
"Im so so sorry, shit, i didn't see you" he was busy saying, as he grabbed my bag and scarf up from the road, still holding my hand, it was then as i was away to tell him that no, actually, i think it was my fault, when i saw his face, it was Adam Ant, right there in front of me, casual in a black bandana and cap, leather jacket and ripped jeans, holding MY hand. I caught my breath and held it as he looked intently into my eyes, he took his glasses off and popped them in his pocket.
"Are u ok ?" I nodded, unable to speak "lets get you out of the way" since we were slap bang in the middle of the market walkway. I tried to walk, but my ankle was really tender, i must have went over it as i fell.
"I'm ok " I say wincing, my ankle is a bit sore, "and really, i think it was my own fault, i wasn't paying attention..i think its me that should be sorry" I said with my eyes focused on the pavement, I was too nervous to look at him again. I lifted my eyes cautiously as he nodded to a pub, "lets get a seat over there, until we see how your ankle is"
He carried my bags and put his arm round my waist and we hobbled over to the road to the Hawley Arms. Inside he sat me down "take your boot off, lets see your ankle, do u want a drink??
" Beer please" I said, still not catching his eye. He smiled, "perfect wont be a sec", and off he went to the bar. I pulled my boot off, the pain wasn't that bad , but it was good to get it off for a bit.
All this happened so fast, i was still a bit stunned, that here i was in a bar with Adam ...it was surreal.
Eventually i got my wits back as he returned with our beers and knelt down in front of me and took my foot gently in his hand, "looks ok" he said gently moving it from side to side, "no swelling , thats good, thank god." I told him it wasn't so sore now, he looked up at me and with a huge smile said, "well thats a relief", my stomach was doing somersaults.... holy fuck....i smiled back.
We got talking over our beers. "so, whats a nice Scottish lass doing in London?"
"Well.....this is THE most bizarre thing, I'm actually here to see you ...tonight at the roundhouse", he laughed so much, " its not even funny, can you imagine my friends saying , well did you meet Adam them taking the piss, and me telling them yes actually, i did , he knocked me straight on my ass in the middle of the market" as i said this he was having a drink of the beer , he nearly spat it out with laughing. i finished my beer pretty fast...
