Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Saturday 27 February 2010
Abomination and Art
A friend asks me: 'Have you been to Westfield yet?'
I'm a bloody poet, what on earth would I want to go to that place for.
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