LAST GATHERING AT THE BARBICAN’S PIZZERIA

LAST GATHERING AT THE BARBICAN’S PIZZERIA.

Last London’s company’s gathering-

Sunny warm May day.

Beautiful flowerbeds at Barbican’s centre.

No expectations of great fun this time.

Italian owned pizzeria- home style-

Acceptable prices for the Finance city centre.

A former Italian colleague- Friuli Venezia Giulia

recently father

standing still

white shirt- black trousers.

Tall,thin

pompous- rethorical person

indifferent of the beautiful Barbican’s flowerbeds.

Former Rumanian colleague

acid this time

smoking

peering

showing the way to the looms

intruder- not keeping the right distance.

Look at the stunning fountain and wonderful flower beds’’!

An extra large heavy afro Dutch sitting on a small chair

wearing an outrageously miniskirt

chewing her pizza, open mouth

talking of her extensive sexual and night life.

She said: ‘’MOST Frenchmen find me adorably vulgar’’!

Another former Italian colleague

Mixed race- on his 40’s

perfumed…..Estee Lauder men – poofy-

smiling

cocktail friendly

samba friendly

tango friendly.

Compassionate eyes on me, whose owner was the same Italian restaurant owner:

Are you Italian? Are you married’’? He asked me.

Last slice of home made pizza, no longer paying attention to anybody’s movements, gestures,and talks.

I had the feeling that the company I had been working for since my arrival in London, was in agony

in intensive therapy, with a sort of palliative recovery

Business resolution

Technological treatement! It would be dissolved in October 2018.

So far so good- not good at all.