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.
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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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