a bowlegged woman and a woe betide gent and a worrisome teen with marker pens, come suddenly through the door. Over the rim of his jar, he decides them, "a very rum number indeed."
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The Wronged Tree.
The back lane, this new-year dawn, is littered, bleakly - tumbled bins, spent bottles, knuckled tabs, sodden boxes; hound shites, plastic wraps, a quilted headboard, yellowed hand towel; wrapping-paper tumbleweeds troubling parked cars; a bloody gown of herring gull (gutting something); and the last, the very last, or the first, Christmas tree, skulking and skittling … Continue reading The Wronged Tree.
Notes From a Fragile Island. 9
December 24th 2004 (Croydon) After work I go back to the house, shower and change. Off to Purley to meet up with PS, Tom K, Kelly H, Punk Wayne, Hannarama, Ronnie Kay, Fashion A, Mark and Nick B at The Foxley Hatch. They have been there for some hours already. I decide to walk in … Continue reading Notes From a Fragile Island. 9
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