Small inflatable giraffe takes on a big city
Around 00.15am on a Monday night at Liverpool tube station, a miracle happened.
The gates of the underground were opened by a large, middle-aged station worker, laughing away, and he let me pass through the gates for free.
Now, I've travelled enough to know that you can talk yourself out of paying a fee almost anywhere in the world- smile, look cute, and if need be, cry. But never in London. They are too used to the tricks, the excuses; they don't care if your purse was just stolen or you misplaced your ticket. And the certainly never open the gates for free. But I had a previously-unseen trick up my sleeve. I had an alcoholic gay albino inflatable giraffe in tow.
Fred on the underground
Fred, the giraffe, has been a much-expected guest to London. I've had emails from friends who've seen him on Facebook or my blog ask if Fred is up for a drink, and let me tell you now that Fred is always up for a drink. Especially since he is, indeed, plastic, and his escort (me) ends up drinking them most of the time. Fred has visited quite a few pubs in the past few weeks, one birthday party, and had many glasses of wine. The odd thing is, though, that he is getting random requests from people whom neither Rich or I know. He recently had a friend request on Facebook from a fish. Honestly, I'm not sure if the fish was inflatable or not.
Fred at an offlicence on Brick Lane, much to the amusement of the owner
Special thanks would go to Kate and her birthday. I got re-introduced to the wonderful world of champagne cocktails, Fred got a tequila, and everyone got to pose with him and take funny photos. Last week, a little kid tried to steal him before I managed to shove him out of the way (the kid of course. I wouldn't be so cruel to an animal)
At Kate's birthday party
I've enjoyed taking Fred out as much as he's enjoyed being taken out. And although I know that carrying him around might lessen my chances of finding a job in November (I'm very much aware, after years of working as a recruiter, how potential candidates get googled and poked at), it's been fun. Anything that brings a smile on someone's face in this (sometimes) a grim city, is worth it, I reckon.