Unassailable Certainty?

Madrid/Week and a half ago

Did you notice how the people coming DOWN in the lift were noisier than those going UP?

A LOT noisier! Did you notice the way the metal walls of the lift started resonating with their gabble.

I thought it was going to explode.

I’m glad the ride wasn’t even longer.

Did you also notice that we were the oldest people up on the roof?

I tried not to; but the waiter was younger than my son.

It was only the Japanese that were prepared to sit next to us.

Where are all the slightly older Spaniards?

A-bed?

Can’t be, it’s not even midnight.

There were some in the exhibition at the Fundación Telefónica.

That’s true, and possibly illuminating.

In what way?

Well, only folk of a certain age would get that much fun out of looking at old telephones.

They were beautiful.

Only useful for calling people though, apparently people don’t do that very often these days.

I liked the Dolly Exchange.

The stairs were nice too.

Houdini was up the top.

And in the middle that guy who did the cloud things. What was his name?

Leandro Erlich. I liked his Changing Rooms.

They were cool! I think a lot of people didn’t realise that you could go inside.

And get lost! How did he describe it?

Reconsidering assumed unassailable certainties.