Saturday Morning

I switch on the hotel TV. The video of The Cure’s Friday I’m in Love is playing, a video I’ve never seen before. Robert Smith wears an out-sized white T-shirt and looks angelically chubby. The video’s a high-powered shamateur production. Laurel & Hardy pop up behind canvas backdrops of a council house estate. Everything descends into a beautiful eighties party. Someone turns up carrying a tray of pints. As the beach ball bounces around and the extras take over, the bassist steps towards the camera and raises his glass. I don’t mind if Tuesday’s sad, Wednesday, Thursday, I don’t mind, it’s Friday…and so on. Outside the Pound hovers, red sandstone awaiting the kiss of the sun.