27/10/22 Somewhere south of London in a sort of 1980s that never happened, I am sitting on the top deck of the 466 bus with mum. The rest of the bus is empty. We gaze out of the bus window, through the tree tops and into the first floor windows of the semi-detached: orange leaves … Continue reading dream diaries…114
03.08.22 Nick B phones. He is in Whitby. He is asking for my address. I have to scrabble around in many notebooks trying to find it - I thought I lived in Whitley Bay, but I had better check. He says not to worry, there's a bus back to South Croydon leaving in ten minutes. … Continue reading dream diaries…113
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
11.11.21 JJ is hosting a garden party for all the teachers, parents and children. She brings plates of sandwiches and cake from the house and wiggles her way through the crowd; everyone is elbow to elbow; drinks are spilled on lapels and sleeves and down the fronts of summer dresses. The vegetable patch is trampled … Continue reading dream diaries…109
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