Wednesday 21 January 2009
Tuesday 8 July 2008
Monday 23 June 2008
Wednesday 18 June 2008
Ron's not good at writing
A crumpled note, written on the back of an unused till receipt.
Hi Candice
Hope u are ok
Here is my mobile text me.
Maria
Dad, Ron's not good at writing but thinking of you.
07555668985
Ring me please
x x
Hi Candice
Hope u are ok
Here is my mobile text me.
Maria
Dad, Ron's not good at writing but thinking of you.
07555668985
Ring me please
x x
Wednesday 28 May 2008
Jane will never be Louise
- Our Louise was round last Sunday with James and the little 'un. You won't see your Jane as much these days, with her being down in London. How's she getting on?
- Oh she still calls. Every week or so. She's well though, she's doing alright, she's a barrister now.
- A barrister? Really? God, she must be doing alright. Who does she work for?
- Starbucks.
- Oh. A barista.
- Oh she still calls. Every week or so. She's well though, she's doing alright, she's a barrister now.
- A barrister? Really? God, she must be doing alright. Who does she work for?
- Starbucks.
- Oh. A barista.
Sunday 25 May 2008
Bridge Road
Quarter past eleven in the evening. A small road leads upward, bridging a train track some 30 metres below.
Sodium lamps tint the scene with whiskey and marmalade hues. Overhanging foliage rusts, white road markings turn peach. Red wine shadows slosh into the gaps and stain the ground.
A bus shelter halfway up the bridge forms a pool of true colour with its fluorescent bulb. Its inhabitants look harsh and cartoony amid the gentle hues.
Beyond the street lamps, distant houses are purple paper cut-outs against a star spattered summer sky.
Sodium lamps tint the scene with whiskey and marmalade hues. Overhanging foliage rusts, white road markings turn peach. Red wine shadows slosh into the gaps and stain the ground.
A bus shelter halfway up the bridge forms a pool of true colour with its fluorescent bulb. Its inhabitants look harsh and cartoony amid the gentle hues.
Beyond the street lamps, distant houses are purple paper cut-outs against a star spattered summer sky.
Tuesday 20 May 2008
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