Pre-Pentimento

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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Showing posts with label Rusty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rusty. Show all posts
Wednesday, 6 April 2016

Interesting Easter Egg hunts.

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The postman rang twice the other day. I answered the door and Asked: Why the urgency? He asked if we had a baby in the house and when I said...
Sunday, 8 September 2013

Baby's first smokes.

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Rusty writes from Lizard Bend. Idaho: Hey Tristan, Kirsty from the gun shop knitted little Morgan a dandy little hunting suit complete wit...
Thursday, 25 July 2013

Baby's first tattoo.

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Rusty McGlint writes from Lizard Bend, Idaho: Hey tristan.  Babs got liquored up last week with Fangio the pool guy and ended up in the ta...
Friday, 1 July 2011

Rusty in Portobello, pink skies and pies.

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My old mate Rusty McGlint has flown in from New Mexico for a few days. I took him to the Tab for a beer. On seeing the gingham tablecloth...
Thursday, 22 October 2009

How Rusty got his name.

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I recieved another card from Rusty; an image of a bridge I'd never lost a shoe from but wish I had. On the back he writes: This is w...
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