It was chalked on the bog wall and spread quickly round school - a whisper to a chant in the playground. “Pippin’s mum’s only got one tit!” Odd. • We’d played darts at Pippin’s last summer. The house on the corner, halfway up Steep Street. I kept score. We smoked his mum’s cigarettes, drank his … Continue reading Withered Apples.
October 6th 2018 A cake shop in Bristol. I walk in off the street to ask directions to the cinema. Jodie J pops up from behind the counter. "Funny, you being here," I say. "Not really. I work here." She pushes a plate of Lemon Drizzle across the counter. "You'll need this," she says. … Continue reading dream diaries…43
October 1st 2018 I am sitting on a wooden chair at a wooden table in Sanderstead library [though I've never been here I have seen it many times over the years from the bus and from the passenger seat of many cars]. The room is empty but for the librarian and myself. She weaves in … Continue reading dream diaries…42
