17/08/19 Yesterday, on the way to pick up Spanish Iain, a pigeon suddenly slammed into the windscreen with a dull, solid and terminal thud. The bird came out of nowhere and was gone, over the roof, before either of us fully realised what had happened. Of course, there was nothing to be done and Malcolm … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.
15/08/19. The strangest coincidence today. A man turns up for a haircut. He's off on holiday to Cambridge later in the day. "I've never been," I say. He says that he used to live there when he was a teenager in the early 1980s. He begins to regale me with Cambridgeshire tales from his youth. … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.
12/08/19 Home, eventually. Exhausted. The communal hallway is busy with stacked chairs, a tall floor-lamp and a box of crockery. Why? No mail of any interest. The flat hasn't burned down, been broken into, or flooded. The spider plants thrive, but the palm has mostly turned brown. Why? I cut off the offending fronds and bin … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.
11/08/19. Short on time, the brilliantly monikered Esprit de Corpse finish the evening with a frenetic set. Jarvis is a great frontman, rather like a (more) ghoulish John Cooper Clarke; greasy two-piece, bubble hair, scuffed Cubans, yesterday's eyeliner, candle wax flesh. Bent beneath the polystyrene, he wrings the Telecaster's neck and spit-kisses the mic, "WHYDONCHAKILLME? … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.
July 8th 2019. I've been sleeping along with my brothers in a small, upstairs bedroom in an unfamiliar terraced house. Dad is downstairs. He is making a lot of noise in the kitchen. "Come on! Get up!" He is in a strange mood. I shuffle around the house in a blue sleeping bag quite disoriented. … Continue reading dream diaries…68
I rarely see myself in the day mirror anymore, having learned to disappear myself. The day mirror has become my third eye. The day mirror allows me to become magnificent, mercurial. I enter and leave it at will. Within its frame, I free range and, despite being close enough to kiss your ear, I look … Continue reading Mirror (1-3).