Monthly Archives: July 2016

184. Stress Relief

I huddle closer to the side of the house, smoking a cigarette, trying to avoid the fat drips of water falling from the moss-clogged gutters above me. At the end of the garden, my garden, a large black poplar leans … Continue reading

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183. How Spoon Is Now?

I hear her say, “Where are all the teaspoons?” I ignore her. I’ve got a massive hangover and I’m suffering from The Fear. I’m sat at my desk tapping the keyboard with shaky, clammy fingers… grinding my teeth… watching the … Continue reading

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182. Androgyne

Sitting in the pub on a Saturday afternoon. I’ve got a pint on the table in front of me, the first pint of the day. I remember that Ian Fleming once wrote how James Bond’s favourite drink of the day … Continue reading

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181. Armley, Wortley and the Surrounding Districts

Riding my bike on my way to work, I don’t touch the brakes ‘cause here dragon’s lurk, Stopping at the traffic lights could cost me a wheel, You could say this part of town is down at heel, Where industrial … Continue reading

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