Living close to Covent Garden makes a lot of noisy tourist a natural accessory to our house. Although our street, actually more like an alley, is surprisingly quiet after all. But after almost two weeks in town I’ve realized there is something else in the neighbourhood, apart from Opera and street acrobats, interesting a very specific target group.
Every weekday around five, assuming it being when schools end, and weekends all day, girls in their mid teens hang around outside our door. And since this is the girls’ hangout all the boys with cracking voices are obviously drawn here too. It’s a genuine hormone soap opera going on. A group of girls with clogged eyelashes sitting around in a ring, giggling, throwing long looks at the boys, the boys seeming soo unaware of them being “naturally” cool and pushing each other around.  I can’t help getting that feeling of being so mature and at the same time still liking that feeling of being well kept at home with mum and dad.
Funnily it wasn’t until this weekend when there was an exceptional exciting episode of the Hormone Show I realized that this is really a weird place for them to hang out. Standing in the window saying this to my flat mate he says with almost the same kind of casual manner as the teens downstairs: it’s that Idol star.
Who? We have an Idol Star as our neighbour and you’re telling me now!