21.06.22 Hull is such a miserable place. The people are inbreds and will accost, accuse and assault you as you leave the dreary grey and red plastic coach station. All semblance of civility is absent here. I am unfortunate enough to find myself thrust among this ugly mob one grizzled afternoon in autumn (it is … Continue reading dream diaries…112
12.05.22 ND is sat on a bench outside Saint Augustine's, just as he was when I last saw him last, nearly ten years ago. It's as if he hasn't moved. This time though it is a bright May morning and not a wet October evening. This time though I don't walk past, but join him … Continue reading dream diaries…111
24.01.22 Joe K from the old days turns up and I can't help but wonder how I'd never noticed that his name has an echo of Kafka about it - which is interesting to me now as he rolls up his trouser leg to show an electronic tag attached there. He says he's mystified as … Continue reading dream diaries…110
