Date Night Camden Town

After getting in touch with Kali through the wonderful medium of Facebook, we agreed to meet for a drink in good ol’ Camden Town; I suggested Camden as it holds so many great memories for me from sneaking into the ol’ Camden Palace when I was just 15 years of age, progressing further up Camden High street to Underworld at about 17 and then coming full circle when Camden Palace became KOKO.
I had spent most of my adolescence in Camden and was very comfortable within its truly unique surroundings.
Camden also has a great array of pubs and restaurants so it was the perfect place for a date... I also had a hunch that judging by her pink hair and facial piercings Kali would have knowledge of Camden and its alternative culture!
Kali and I agreed to meet at Camden Town station at 20:30 I keen to make a good impression arrived some 30 minutes early! So I just wandered up and down Camden high street listening to Up The Bracket by the Libertines on my MP3. As I walked up and down the high street I couldn’t help but simultaneously stroll down memory lane... the nostalgia Camden holds for me is so powerful that each step is laced with drunken memories of jumping around carelessly to indie music in Underworld, KOKO, the now defunct Camden Palace and that one time we strayed into Purple Turtle surrounded by leather and PVC in our converse and denim!
After wandering for a bit I saw it was around 20:30 so I went to the station and waited for Kali... a few moments later there she was; just as I remembered... the pink hair shining defiantly mocking the social conventions of blonde, brunette and red head. She was wearing a large black coat which hid the body that I couldn’t take my eyes off a week or so before.
After some rather stunted and awkward conversation we popped into the World’s End (perhaps not the best name of a pub for a first date) I got us a couple of pints whilst Kali found us a table.
The music being played had turned the pub into something of a cauldron! Kali and I could barely coherently exchange verbal’s. So after a swift pint we ventured further down the high street to another drinking hole.
Kali then displayed an uncanny ability to find seats! As we arrived at the next pub we discovered it was packed but she used her eagle like precision to seize a table just as a few people left and bang we were in!
Kali got a round in and at last took off her coat and my gaze was transfixed once more on her lovely, petit body and for the first time in the night I allowed myself to relax.
Kali and I talked about a variety of subjects...we started off on books and films. We had quite similar tastes. I remember being a bit taken back by her knowledge of Jack Kerouac’s On The Road a book that I read a couple of years ago and that if I tried to talk to my mates about would probably want to change the subject as soon as.
Kali instead listened whilst I explained the novel to her and what I loved about it; the freedom, the casting aside of the status quo, forgetting about the conformities and conventions that society forces upon us to suit its own interests! Kerouac just travelled around the good ol’ US of A having adventures with his buddy my literary hero Dean Moriarty.
As the night got older and Kali and I were on about pint 4 or 5 the lingering looks we were giving each other became just that little bit longer and that little bit more frequent... I would literally look into Kali’s eyes for about 4 or 5 seconds without saying anything and she would meet my gaze. This occurred various times until I just thought ‘fuck it’ and we both leaned in and shared a passionate and raw kiss.
Soon as it was over I remember the exact words I said ‘I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I met you.’
For the rest of the night conversation was out and drunken, passionate snogging was well and truly in. Kali and I just continued to pull relentlessly into the night... she then managed to both shock and turn me on with her shall I call it suggestive statements and downright dirty talk!
The night was rapidly ascending into the best of my 2010 so far; I couldn’t get enough off her... on the one hand she seemed really sweet, cute and vulnerable and on the other she seemed like this insatiable and dirty vixen who wanted to do unspeakable acts to me!
Kali and I continued to drink pints and even the odd Jaeger bomb until the pub closing time.
I remember this part vividly I was so engrossed in pulling Kali that the bouncer actually had to lean over into my ear and tell me it was closing time to get me to break my clinch with her!
Both Kali and I were how shall I say pissed out of our respective trees! As soon as we got outside she grabbed my arm and I kissed her with a ferocity I hadn’t displayed towards a woman for a number of years.
Kali told me she needed to get to her brothers in Manor House and I being the gentleman that I am insisted I’d get her there... not an easy task when you’re as inebriated as the two of us were! We ended up asking the good people of Camden for their help and eventually we got pointed in the right direction.
We jumped on a bus to Manor House and whilst we stood I just held Kali in my arms and kissed her gently on her head full of glorious pink hair.
A tender show of affection amidst all the drunken chaos.
As we got off the bus somewhere in the darkness of North London Kali insisted I could stay over at her brother’s it sounded crazy to me as I hadn’t even met the geezer...but I was so tempted... I sobered up a bit by that point and realised it would’ve been more than a bit awkward!
We eventually found her brother’s place and I met him a big, burly bear of a man! Wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that punch! My tiny by comparison East London frame would’ve bloodied the streets of the capital if he caught me with his sister!
So after an entire night of pulling, groping and suggestiveness Kali and I said goodnight with a handshake! For her brother’s benefit of course...not sure how he would’ve responded with me pulling Kali and slipping a hand or two down her jeans!
So with Kali safely at her brother’s I jumped on a couple of night busses back to Walthamstow; eager to fill my mates in on what had been arguably my greatest night in Camden Town.