The place: Tonbridge, UK.
The time: 31 Dec 2019 to 1 Jan 2020
“England readies for the ’20s, waiting for a train. 3 boys, 1 girl playing Smurfette, happening, becoming something tonight. Pinked knees bulging lattice from faded denim. Flasks flashed and put back. Might be Ribena for all she knows. Just boys putting on the show, college cut, joshed high above the ears. Going there soon in chimekiss dreams.
3 lads kneeskin still visible at the joint. Woman flashed on phones, hip movements, copping a stance. Hair still joshing but time is running out for the crown. Compensating at the chins. Been there done that fart gags and macbluster. Learned at so many stations before, flashing the flask themselves.
The night is young for all of them, younger for some, their expectations meeting in the middle of nowhere. The eye winks and the rite is calling.
Three carriage edge-express comes to collect. Takes them to the promised land. Darkest England plays tonight.
Ladboys never change until life changes them. Cans pop and crews relax into filmy night, nod to other crews, bantzing about futureshags and sexlies, random trivia. Wahaying their words seasoned with irony, reminiscing about school days, who got hitched, who has kids.
Rolling in the deeps through Beltring and the Farleighs. Yalding under water again…”
(Extract from Tonbridge circuit walk, 1/1/20)