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.
Thursday 14 November 2013
Black harp in a dark shed, Regents Park.
I like this harp, it is black and without embellishment or adornment. It is a harp that doesn't harp on about itself.
It is a Lyon and Healy number 30. Simple and elegant.
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