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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Wednesday, 27 February 2019
The forlorn hopes of the brides parents.
The forlorn hopes of the brides parents were crushed when the groom arrived with a chop saw and they realised that they were giving their daughter to the man they had spent a lifetime warning her about.
Saturday, 23 February 2019
Pendulum
She asked me: 'What do you do?'
I said I am a pendulum.
She said: 'So am I'.
We held hands full of hope....
I said I am a pendulum.
She said: 'So am I'.
We held hands full of hope....
