MY FAVOURITE CAFE
Actually, I have loads of favourite cafes, but they shift in and out of focus depending on a whole bunch o'factors. But let's narrow the bandwiiiidth a bit and just zoom in on Yeovil. This is my favourite cafe at the moment; I particularly like going there with one or both of my kids...it's just, I dunno...special. I haven't had the free-time to go and do any writing in there...but it's high on my writing-spot wish-list. I wish it opened on sundays, tho. It's dark -really dark -even on the brightest of summer's days.
Fellow Yeovilllllians will instantly know where this is. But please don't say it's name out-loud; I don't want them to get all self-conscious and change a single thing about the place.
I went there with Kid Kid Kid Shirt ages ago for milkshake and chips (for her) and a pot o'black tea (for me) - tho certainly not for the first time - but had a particularly memorable n magical time...then, I tried n engineer'd situations where we could end up in there, just the kids and me. It feels like a bolt-hole. But now they actually ask me to take them there; I think they sense that I kinda seriously relax in some way...anyway, we were in there a couple weeks ago and they were playing Sabrina's "Girls, Girls, Girls" as I walked in and I felt myself just go *errrrmmmmummmnn* and my youngest just laughed - oh, look, Dad's gone all languid lol...
Today, all three of us ended up there for a crappy £1.90 kid's lunch type deal - more black tea for me, y'dig - and they were playing a James Brown track that I didn't recognise, followed by Hall & Oates and some late-90s UK Garage/pop cross-over...as Kid Kid Shirt removed all evidence of any vegetable contamination from her cheap microwave'd pizza they dropped some Howard Jones followed by a couple of old Jungle/Breakbeat tracks - all thru a hissy, tinny set of Goodmans speakers that really belong in a pimped-up Hillman Imp. What sort of fucking mix-tape set-up are they running here - this cafe should get it's own Blogariddim's set! Either way, much ketchup-splatter'd grinnage from da gurlz, followed by purchase of some Crazy Bones. ("They're waaaay cooler than marbles, Dad. My friend Robbie's into them - he's bored with sharks now.")
Sometimes we go to the Turkish Cafe, sit up straight, eat Posh Chips and pretend to be Guardian Readers even tho I'm starting to resemble Matt Valentine.
Some old photo's taken a few months ago - the place is positively gentrified now; you shoulda seen it 15 years ago.