New Brighton - where the sun shines, even when it rains. As he leaves the shadow of the station, Sam is washed by the feeling of being on holiday, of being abroad, of being. The sun shines on New Brighton. He puts on his green shades. He sees the sky is bigger here; the seagulls, … Continue reading New Brighton
november, this window grows crowded with an apple, halved avocado, tangerine, sprig of mint. a ginger root man, a cork, a silver dollar and a hard rubber egg (where did that come from?). an old yellow zippo, a ufo book, a penny pipe from the thames. a bracelet and a figure in need of some … Continue reading Roud’s ‘English Year’.
November 23 2004 [Croydon] Dreadful A and Alan T are sat at the bar, smoking, drinking. They appear to be deep in a quiet conversation, but look up as the door closes behind me. "Hello, darling," says Dreadful A. This always pleases me. "Hello, dreadful." I ponce a cigarette, buy us three beers. Ange says, … Continue reading Notes From A Fragile Island.
For his next trick he needed a rabbit. I have a hat. As you see, quite empty. No sudden movements, please. She is nervous. Please dim the lights. He petted down the audience with a finger and what was to become (in later years, or definitely next time around) his catchphrase, Well, well, well. Who … Continue reading As You See, Quite Empty.
i heard a man with a dry cough. i saw a dog with a leg hacked off. i forgot just what it was to wake up in a mess of hot cloth. the queen's speech don't cut it no more.
West Bay, she said. Oh, the other side of Golden Cap. Depends how you look at it. I Guess. * She recorded ambient noise onto tape. Well everyone needs a hobby. And when she returned she brought a gift. - Recording of Chesil Beach. I play it on headphones when I can't sleep. Wake up, … Continue reading An anagram of Dorset
