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Crowds walk up and down the South Bank, a prelude to the Summer. The warm sun touches everything. Boat horns. Pigeons. A duck lies on the thin strip of sand by the Thames. Spotty teenagers from France carry backpacks and mementos. Gay couples size me up, horned out on Spring Fever. The elderly arrive for the matinee show of The Rose Tattoo, at the National Theatre.

This morning, on a side street close to the Mile End tube station, a woman slammed a guy with her red bag. She shoved him against her car; he shoved her back. Screams. Shouts. They were both in their 20s. Their relationship most definitely coming to an end this morning (lovers? housemates? siblings?) 'Give me the keys,' she said. 'No. I want to get my bag in the car,' he said. She was shaking. 'You fucking bastard. You fucking bastard,' he called her. I thought about calling the police, intervening. Others must have thought the same; but we just kept walking, unnerved.

A long weekend. Predicted warmth and clear skies. Potential visits to the park, art galleries, bookshops, cinemas, coffee shops -- my schedule open and flexible.

Let's begin to live our lives
I want to see all my friends tonight

~ Morrissey

Date: 2007-04-05 02:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] desayuno-ingles.livejournal.com
I saw something similar recently. Walking home from work, late, I heard shrieks and saw two people on the ground. This was on a busy corner, so no rape or anything. I thought it was two drunk kids having fallen down and shrieking with laughter trying to get up. But it turns out it was a girl sitting on top of a guy, hitting him and screaming, calling him an asshole or something of the like, I can't remember now. He finally pushed her off and walked away touching his mouth, feeling for blood, most likely. She remained on the ground, crying, afterwards.

Date: 2007-04-06 09:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] commonpeople.livejournal.com
It's always distressing to witness something like that. I feel torn between minding my own business and trying to stop the fight.

Date: 2007-04-06 01:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] desayuno-ingles.livejournal.com
This one was just so strange I couldn't help watching but it was over too fast. I don't think I ever feel obliged to help stop the fight in this kind of situation. The only kind I would was where real violence could occur, then it's just me picking up my cell to call 911.

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