Having recently seen the wonderful movie Lost in Translation, I was inspired to relive it in my own way, so I went off down the canal on my bike, and soon I was Lost in Limehouse Basin. The original movie was set in Tokyo, and the East End of London is similar in quite a lot of ways. For example, the locals talk in an incomprehensible accent and have a questionable use of grammar. I got quite lost in the Bow area, so it was going quite well except that I hadn't run into an amazingly beautiful woman like Scarlett Johansson.
This was nearly rectified as I was going on to the canal from Victoria Park, and an almost beautiful woman was coming the other way on a bike. I gave her a 'Hello, you are on a bike, and you look quite nice' kind of a smile. In return I was rewarded with what can only be described as a 'vacant stare'. I felt the reliving of the movie slipping away.
In the movie, the characters get to go out drinking and sing karaoke. All I could manage was coffee, and humming Avril Lavigne songs at the traffic lights. I did my best, but I couldn't quite get the movie atmosphere going. Feeling dejected, I trundled home. Next week, I'm considering reliving the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Now, where did I put that chainsaw...