So you think you’re all cool and self fulfilling and whatnot after playing a song at @RoyalAlbertHall on invitation of @robinince and Chris Hadfield and so on and then when you emerge from Kings Cross station late you find you have to placate a potentially unsettled man called
Phil who’s loitering around on his bike in some weird bothering way and insists on grilling you on your engagement ring and where you’re going and whatnot and when you start feeling a little brave and telling him it’s time to get fucked and leave you alone because you’re a grown
up woman with a fiancé and dogs and a life you love starts getting a little more aggressive and you start focusing very steadily on your phone maps to ensure you get there as soon as physically possible without jogging with your Big Luggage and he won’t leave you alone until
you’ve promised you’re 100% absolutely definitely meeting all your bandmates and your fiancé at the hotel (I wish they were there at this point @Timbaileyyeah @thoughtf0rms I MISS YOU) like that should make any difference to a musician travelling alone in a city she used to live
in and when you arrive at the Travelodge and somehow dodge the dude who’s been following you for 20-30mins and express relief to the people at reception and the man there says “well it’s Kings Cross, it’s advisable to travel in pairs” and your heart sinks and you remember 1999
when you first moved to this city and taxis wouldn’t pick you up here so you had to cycle home after gigs and you take heart because the woman at reception you spoke to after the man gave a heavy hearted sigh and didn’t reprimand you for daring to travel alone but realises that’s
my inherent right as a Person and realises it’s a supremely fucked up world where I have to placate an unhinged, entitled man following me on a bicycle for 20-39 minutes albeit a person I grew more and more unkind to as the imposition wore on. Fuck him, forever, and if you’re
that guy, FUCK YOU. Learn social cues and leave us the FUCK ALONE. As I told Phil, I t’s not 1952 and I’m allowed to walk around th country without a fucking babysitter, so leave me the fuck alone to fo whatever I’m doing. Don’t sidle alongside me on your creepy bicycle demanding
answers to your old fashioned questions: do you have a boyfriend / where is he / etc. LEAVE ME ALONE STOP TRYING TO RUIN MY NIGHT GET FUUUUUUCKED
Anyway am safe now in the noisy Kings X Travelodge away from scary bike man and finally relaxing into relieved tears so thanks for being here. Love X
Seriously though - have you ever been someone forcing your way into a conversation or situation that wasn’t invited? Did you feel a push back? Did you sidle alongside someone on your bike in the middle of the night for 20-30mins? PRO TIP - DON’T!
