when i first came to town

lights, and an old building

There’s nothing quite like the first night in an unfamiliar

town. Walking for miles with Lee Hazlewood on the headphones, not

wanting to eat at the first place you see in case you find somewhere

better. Looking for a quiet “on the way home” drink in a bar that’s

not too full and not too empty. Peering down alleys and streets,

wondering what you’ll find and what you’ll miss. Girls laugh nervously

by the train station. Kids strut across the street, against the

lights. A shop called 78 Records is closed, but has a heap of mounted

gig posters on display in a large, lit window. I end up trying the

hotel bar, neon beer ads reflected in the glass table tops whilst the

denouement of a football match occurs silently on a tv across the

room. It’s time for a shower, an early night. I’ve got the whole of

tomorrow to explore, before the work starts.