Flaps – dark eye-shutters, open at right angles to head-windows – clear, translucent, sparkling ports of access to a mass of perfectly-tuned, white-grey matter. Still young, still sprightly, and polished, ready to take on another day, to make synaptic deliveries, to utter profundities to similarly fresh-minded acquaintances about: the nocturnal habits of toilet rolls, enlistedContinue reading “Bus Youths”
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Not Now
Two and a half hours, I’ve had to wait. Two and a half hours, I’ve been standing waiting here at this bus stop stuck desperate. See this hand here, my hand. See the hole here, in the middle. A knife hole. Last night. Last night I stopped a fight. Grabbed the knife. See, the hole,Continue reading “Not Now”
Getting into a Flap at Leestock
Unbelievable! Not only has the beer tent at Leestock run out of rhubarb cider, they’re now down on the apricot too! So I’m trying out the coffee. But, it’s a roasting hot day, and the milk content in this drink is so minimal that even Kahn, the vegan comic, would approve. The paperContinue reading “Getting into a Flap at Leestock”
Peeing for a Miracle at Leestock
The mustard’s hot but the sun is scorching and I need to get back into the protective shade of the Comedy Tent, before the The Monks take to the stage. The beer tent just happens to be en route – it’s almost as conveniently placed as the Portaloos! So I take a quick look at the ciderContinue reading “Peeing for a Miracle at Leestock”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 