Monday 11 July 2011: Serendipity
Good word. Great stuff.
The wee lad is Lawrence. Which is the same name as Bridget's (right) travel companion.
OK, you really had to be there. Suffice to say a bunch of us arrived at this table in St Pancras station strangers, but left about 40 minutes later, thanks to a series of coincidences (and the initial ice-breaking contribution of a comical juiced-up teenager), having shared thoughts on NGOs, youth work in south London, phone theft, the films of Wes Anderson, Leicestershire, community start-ups, urban agriculture and street photography. Not to mention a tub of ice cream, a bottle of apple juice and our phones (that's mine in Bridget's right hand).
The best things come in sevens.