Tag Archives: Retirement

156. The hour of the Moth.

It is the hour of the Moth. I lie on my bed in the half darkness, the perpetual twilight of streetlight and candlelight, listening to night sounds. The torpid air listlessly shifts the limbs of monstrous poplars and sycamores outside … Continue reading

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107. Don’t Let me be Misunderstood.

I found Reg fascinating. Proper old school, white bread sandwiches with grey meat every single day, heavy coat whatever the weather, didn’t queue by the punch-clock but polished his print press with a rag until the final bell, Brylcreemed hair … Continue reading

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