The Magic Of Behind The Line; Exclusive Poem - Breathe; Create Immortality; Adventures in LovE - part 17 LIVE!: Tales From The UniversE No 34 - this newsletter from The Floods Of Derbyshire
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2. The Magic Of Behind The Line
A fine Robert Carrier recipe. Pic: Paradisio Publishing
‘Wizard of Oz-ing’
Cape Town, late September 2007: i’m in the restaurant of my hotel, a near fortnight into covering the first ever T20 Cricket World Cup for The Observer.
i can see the Atlantic Ocean from my room. i can see beaches. i run the coastline every day. On one of these Fabio Capello rings me - he is about to become the England football team manager - another story.
The final of the T20 jamboree is tomorrow in Johannesburg between India and Pakistan.
South Africa. The Cape. The tip of the continent where if you could hang by your hands then drop off as in a child’s storybook you would fall a long long way into the ice and snow of Antartica.
The Southern Hemisphere.
No longer north of the equator.
33 degrees, 56 minutes south.
Cape Town where the air appears clearer than in the gloriously polluted cities of Europe, America, Asia.
i am dining. The food is wonderful. The service exemplary. There is no one else seated and eating in this grand venue as i enjoy my repast.
i am alone and i am amazed. At life. At the way of existence. But, mostly, at the supreme cuisine prepared for me.
i tell the waiter:
‘Please pass my compliments to the chef…’
He turns to do so, walks 2, 3, maybe 4 paces away, past the vast array of silent tables draped in expensive white tablecloths, beyond the verdigris and gold filigree marbled bar, and i have a Eureka moment, a total lightbulb X 4,000 flashes which strobes the brain.
i am astounded at my brilliance.
So…
‘Waiter - WAITER! Excuse me a moment.’
He turns.
i am on my feet. This is it.
He is going to adore what i am about to do.
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