A short while ago I was heading home from work when a van pulled up alongside me and the passenger leaned out the window.
“Excuse me love,” he asked, “can you tell us how to get to the Level ?”
I began to tell him, secretly impressing myself with the succinctness of my directions. It was only when I looked up that I realised he wasn’t listening. He leered forward, until he was halfway through the open window.
“What are the chances of me and you…..” here he made some gesture with his arm. I’m still not sure what he wanted. It was either to give me an uppercut or fist me. I really couldn’t be sure.
I peeled off my sunglasses and squinted at him. I’d been to see Mudhoney in London the previous night and consequently ached all over. I hadn’t slept and had the beginnings of a fearful hangover. I shook my head sadly and replied,
“Don’t be ridiculous mate, you look like Corey Haim.”
As they pulled away I caught the driver laughing. Corey just looked at me blankly.
Unfortunately they hit a snarl of traffic up ahead which rather ruined their exit, but also meant I had to walk past them. Again.
Corey was already leaning out of the window – I’d already called my friend Sweetman for support but despite the fact that I was on the phone, he blared out,
“Oi! Love! Oi, you in the tight dress ! Oi!”
"What ?” I asked sweetly, but I with a heavy heart I realised I already knew what he was going to ask me.
“Who’s this Carrie Haim ?”
“Corey.” I corrected him, “From the Lost Boys ?”
“The who ?”
I gasped. Surely everyone has heard of the Lost Boys, right ? It’s one of my favouritest films. Then I looked closer. This kid was no older than twenty-two, twenty three at the most.
Jesus Christ. He had NO IDEA what I was talking about.
I’m not sure what had disturbed me more – the fact that I was being propositioned by a chubby man-child or the fact that I’d slapped an 80’s diss on him. I shook my head sadly. Imagine never knowing the Lost Boys.