I see him again. In the supermarket. Little pork pie man. Always that two-tone hat. But it’s not The Selecter or The Specials leaching out the phones. I hear rawwwk. Whitesnake, I’m sure. First time I saw him was outside a pub at 2 in the afternoon. Part of a drunken circle that’s holding back […] Read More →
I don’t want to get up. I need to pee but it’s too cold. The issue is pressing but a decision is not yet a necessity. The question is how long have I been here? If I know I can estimate how long I have left to decide, when time becomes of the essence you […] Read More →
As the years have passed less planning is needed. Timing remains crucial, but almost automatic after so much practice. Things just fall into place. In early October the catalogues arrive and I begin to make my choices. In these digital days I may be the only person left alive who buys from catalogues. I’ve kept […] Read More →
The DVD and vinyl stalls. Salisbury market. Stall man asks me what I’m looking for and I tell him Can, Faust, any kind of Krautrock. He shrugs, turns to a tap on his shoulder. Any wrestling DVDs? This guy in waterproof trousers, a red and white striped shirt open to the waist, big glasses and […] Read More →
A grand, respectable town house on a bourgeois boulevard. Smart and grey painted. Where the Arrow Cross fascists and the Stalinists once did their body and soul-mangling. People hang around outside, groups of high school students messing around, a shouty group of Italian tourists. No-one hung around back then. Imagine another beautiful blue morning, 60 […] Read More →
A large envelope in the post.   Unexpected. Like the start of a story. I open it, a letter from my aunt. She’s just finished reading the enclosed manuscript. Found in a box maybe, that’s what happens. An attic, dust through beams of skylight.   Did I put the box here and forget or did I never […] Read More →