[skateboard] The window, sashed, allows the river-cool breeze and a pale stream of sunlight. Blonde On Blonde plays. A young man passes below. He has a rucksack low on his back, a peaked cap, reversed, a filling beard. There is a skateboard between his arm & cottoned ribs. I've seen him of late from … Continue reading close to the aperture [skateboard]
Rib Nite 2Pig Bill, usually a bear hug guy, comes over, shakes hand, shakes head. No bear hug, Pig Bill? The air fills with talcum. It follows him everywhere. He reckons it adds mystique to the place. Nothing doing, he says. What's this? Tickets for tomorrow's gig, he says. It's a no-goer. And, again, shakes … Continue reading Moon, mentioned.
Dave was one of the Catford street cleaners. He worked Inchmery Road (we lived at no. 3) and the surrounding roads of SE6. This was Dave’s patch. Being the 1960s, everyone knew Dave and Dave knew everyone. His were the eyes of the neighbourhood; in the same way that the bobby and the milkman were … Continue reading A Beautiful, Deer Antler Handle.
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