Wednesday 10 July 2013

Urban Diary

He is a rarity. He is out of place, out of context and out of class in this oasis of trimmed grass and trees. I do not think he notices, though. His – almost naked – body is a sore eyesight for some in this urban corner of north London. It is past midday and the park is filling up with more and more families, hoping to soak up the rationed annual quota of sun and warm temperatures we are entitled to on these isles. His presence, however, is the odd element out in this idyllic picture of what we could call The Great British Summer exhibition. His whole demeanour suggests a UULDO (Unknown and Unacknowledged Lying Down Object).

His midriff reveals a large, pink belly. What we could term a beer-guzzler. By his side on the dry grass, lies a black and white football shirt with the Northern Rock logo emblazoned across it. Surely a Newcastle fan, I say to myself. My suspicion is confirmed when I spot a tattoo of the two sea-horses and the castle on his leg. Two more ink-works cover his arms and back (although I will only be able to see the latter when he turns around to “roast” himself on the other side); one is a female name (his daughter, perhaps?) and the other is the Magpies’ Latin motto: fortiter defendit triumphans (triumphing by brave defence). His tats differ greatly from other bodyworks I see in the park: Chinese quotes, Zodiac symbols and New Age aphorisms (“Free Yourself”, accompanied by a drawing of a fountain pen).

Coming soon to a park near you
Unacknowledged as this large Lying Down Object might be, parents are still shooting nervous glances in his direction. I can see them through my shades looking at the can he is holding and wondering what is in it (as it happens, my position is better, so I would like to reassure them that it is Red Bull... gives you wings!!!) and watching every word coming out of his mouth as he talks on his mobile. As far as I am aware there is no foul language and yet, why do I have the uneasy feeling that someone in this tense crowd is willing him to swear? At least a little? To conform to the stereotype? All they get, though is proper cockney geezer's accent and slang. He is still talking on his mobile, changing to swiping now, followed by reading later. Talking, swiping, reading, texting, this is modern life being played out in this urban jungle.

Parents hold onto their cygnets and do not let them wander off. Their tall lattes rest on the grass by the side of large summer skirts, children and adults’ bicycles and Birkenstock sandals.

Suddenly a little one breaks from the group. Understand, this is not an organised group, not a group that agreed beforehand to meet in this park. Not, this is an on-the-spot-spur-of-the-moment group, a group whose tattoos do not betray allegiance to a football team but to the world of hipsters, creativity and alternative culture.

The little one (a toddler who can’t be older than two) runs towards him. It takes his mum a few seconds to realise her son has escaped her watch, and a few more to notice that he is approaching the danger zone. Pink-belly, tattooed man is still talking on his phone, however, he turns around and sees the cygnet dashing towards him. I see the toddler's mum and in slow motion I replay the steps scene in Battleship Potemkin. Mum's face might not be displaying the same rictus as the mother in the famous Soviet film but she is not far off. The UULDO scoops up the runner and displaying excellent balance and dexterity hands him over to mum with the words: “Hey li'l rascal, trying to leg it, aincha?” Mum mutters a “thank you”, admonishes her son softly and walks back, turning once to wave and acknowledge the presence of the pink-bellied man who has the can of Red Bull again in his hand and is still talking on his mobile. The mute, observant crowd relaxes a little.

© 2013

Next Post: “Sunday Mornings: Coffee, Reflections and Music”, to be published on Sunday 14th July at 10am (GMT)

21 comments:

  1. this made me smile, those guys are funny looking but harmless

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  2. Me too...they are amazing. You just can't take your eyes off them, can you??
    Thank you for such an interesting post!:)

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  3. haha yeah they may seem a bit scary but usually not harmful at all.

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  4. eso es lo que pasa en un verano caluroso que se ve de todo, lo malo que hay momentos que molestan ciertos aspectos, pero tu aire de humor no falta, un abrazo

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  5. Thanks for some delightful - and harmless - amusement.
    Frightening to think what our preconceptions show of us at times, eh?

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  6. You set the scene so well! We should be leery of the suited kind who'll steal every penny from your meager portfolio without ever coming up in your eyesight.

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  7. This time I went well over my self-allocated limit of 350 words max for Urban Diary. But I am still fascinated by what happened in the park that day. Years ago I would have run a mile away from that man. I guess that, having just arrived in the UK, I was still influenced by the images of hooligans in the 80s, many of whom looked like this fella. I should also add that many members of racist and fascist groups and parties such as the English Defence League, the British National Party and the UK Independence Party (UKIP) look like our friend in the park.

    Having lived now for a huge chunk of my adult life in this country I am more used to the wide range of characters that populate British society. As an outsider/insider, I have a great advantage: I carry no baggage. That's why it wasn't so difficult to adjust my shades, rearrange my vantage point and watch the interaction (or lack of it thereof until that incident with the young "rascal") between our UULDO and his nervy audience.

    Of such moments like this is our human experience made.

    Have a great weekend.

    Greetings from London.

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  8. ha. what a visual treat eh...see i love characters like this in the city...they add a unique flavor....

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  9. This was so vivid, Cuban! I could hear him right there at the end, and laugh at the relief on everyone's faces.

    Jai

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  10. You write a fine story, UCEL (if the guy with the tats can have and acronym, so can you!) ;)

    The human race is quick to judge but when you live in the city (as I did for many years in my native Montreal), we eventually learn to just enjoy the diversity and reserve judgement ... at least that's the hope.

    Thanks for the smiles

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  11. ha nice... we need characters like him... made me smile

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  12. this was really special and nice:)

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  13. Thanks for the chuckle...loved every word :) enjoy the weekend....and the characters that may come your way!!

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  14. "UULDO (Unknown and Unacknowledged Lying Down Object)..." That is fantastic :-)

    Great story. I could picture the whole thing.

    jj

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  15. In the bright artificial light of the RIGHT people, every moment can be an hour long, staggering with irrelevance, & apparently, Red Bull.

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  16. a great read. congrats on your pOTW!

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  17. Wonderfully written.
    Congratulations on your POTW.
    J.

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  18. Such a complete story in this small vignette. I agree with Dave - it's frightening to think we are at the mercy of our preconceptions.

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  19. You are a keen observer and I thank you for this wonderful vignette. Made my day.

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  20. Many thanks for your comments.

    Greetings from London.

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