The Chinless Wonderland

My journey from the flat to the Marsden is "on paper" quite simple. Out of the flat turn right, up to the Bayswater Road turn right, right again down Queensway and into the Tube Station. Get the Circle Line ......Notting Hill Gate,............... Kensington High Street, ................ Gloucester Road..........and then I get off at South Kensington. As the robo-voice says as the Tube Train arrives....."The next station is South Kensington Change for the Piccadilly Line, alight for the Museums". So this is where I "alight" for the Royal Marsden. This is a different world compared to Bayswater......apart from the hoards of school children and tourists heading for the Museums after "alighting" there are Lots of suits, "foppish" hair styles, stick thin cloned blonde English "Debs", exspensive cars and money! The place reeks of it. We are, as David Attenborough would say " Here in South Kens this is the prime habitat of the "Kensington and Chelsea Chinless". A Lamborghini Showroom sits opposite the Tube. I have two fond memories of this showroom. Memory 1One monday morning as I arrived fresh from alighting......I watched a sad and sorry tale unfold........I had to stay and watch just out of morbid curiosity. Two fop haired chinless suits were moving on a homless old dosser from the entrance to the showroom. The poor old tramp was a little grumpy at being disturbed whilst he partook of his breakfast, yes this unexpected eviction had put him quite off his Carlesberg Special Brew! It was a noisy affair as the tramp swore at the two young men helping him off their premisies and into the doorway of a travel agents that was not yet open. I think his grime covered red sleeping bag in their doorway was clashing with the sleek lines and bright yellow paintwork of their newest Lamborguini Penis-Extention. Dosser breath does not exude wealth or affluence.....Hair lice and mad stares are not a good advertisement for the type of people who will pop into this establishment quite happt to part with £100K plus in order to roar off with their 200mph capable Libido Splint straight into the crawling London conjestion.Memory 2One rush hour a slightly chinless but very fop haired young Porche driver slowed down rather erratically, in order to view the latest Lamborghinis in the showroom. Obviousley the driver behind him was also admiring the "Italion Stallions" as he smashed his Bentley into the back of the Porche. They both jumped out of their respective vehicles and took a quick look at the damage, ran their hands through their "Hugh Grant" hairstyles, chatted, swaped buisiness cards and drove off or "orf" as they would pronounce it. Not a care in the world, mumsy would pay for the Porche and the other chaps daddy probably went to Eton with the CEO of Bentley, so one quick call and daddy would just get a new one for free!This place is a universe away from Bayswater.