Dan Taylor Is Giving Up On Women (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
Doesn’t it just make your heart glad?’ ‘Who? Where? I missed her.’ We were driving along the Thames, Nelson Riddle era Sinatra on the stereo. I’d assumed that I must have missed out on seeing another group of girls in short skirts and high heels, the effects of several fruity vodka cocktails their only protection against the biting cold as they headed for a disco on a boat. It was usually something like that that got Rob philosophical. ‘I’m talking about out there,’ he said, waving an arm in the direction of the city ahead of us. Lit up in the dark, London was brimming with people, passing under the spotlighted buildings and illuminated advertising hoardings, still out and about at a time Big Ben was telling us was really quite late. ‘Being here. It’s like living in a movie.’ We’d taken a bit of a scenic route on the way out of the hospital, past the silly-expensive car showrooms of Park Lane and up by the Houses of Parliament to Westminster Bridge. With the London Eye, Oxo Tower and other icons of the South Bank as a backdrop, I stared out of the window at the gawking tourists and staggering drunk businessmen on the bridge.
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