The day Fanny May won the State Exclamation Lottery - which also happened to be her birthday - she decided that almost the first thing she would do was buy her old man the boat. She was generous like this. But, first, she had to go to work. So, she clingfilmed the dish of creamed … Continue reading Hejira Rewound.
Had he never misplaced the mojo, he may, he reasoned one evening, have been able to keep a keener eye on his star. But, he sensed, it had fallen. He came to this late. Drew scant detail. Reason, as such, eluded. He dreamed a nearfuture pocket of his being patted. Mojo? He looked up in … Continue reading Dim Star, Mojito & Mojo Rising.
St. Bartholomew's Day 2018. Dear _______, Hello! I hope that this finds you well. I enclose a mixtape & some accompanying words to read... Pinky & Perky. I was, one morning recently, walking from the new exit/entrance for East Croydon toward the WC (that is to say, Whitgift Centre, though, these days the abbreviation seems … Continue reading Dead Fox In Mid Seventies.
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