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Meander City
June and November have been the cruellest months and we live in a society where You can get more for walking a dog through Victoria Park than you can for sitting at somebody’s bedside, holding their hand as they breathe their last.
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Is This How It Ends?
Never being one to do nothing I’d perform high level dusting chores for my mother in the hope I’d find dad’s brandy stash or his, mostly text based, erotic magazines. I like to think we’ve always been readers in our family.
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Is This How It Ends?
I was outside Harrods on the day of Lady Diana’s funeral. I asked this guy if I could take his photograph on my old Praktica 35mm camera. He had a collection of hats I assume for the purpose of portraying different characters. I caught him with the copper hat on and he asked how’d you…
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Chicago
Chicago ‘It all happened so quickly, the impossibility, the scale, like a falling Dreamliner.’ Chicago is coming out later this year.
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Meander City
VOCALS: GERRY KING SOUND: ADAM BLACK STEWART 2026 A journey, a drift through London with a nod to the situationists. The starting point is London Bridge. I’d arrived at my shift on Sunday 4th June 2017, as agency staff in a museum near Borough Market. It was the morning after the first terrorist attack. I…
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Aqualand
Several weeks ago, Clive the Poodle Faker and I had spent over two hours on the phone. We’d been talking about the Marine Spa Ballroom, a magnificent Victorian building that included a swimming pool, spa treatments and restaurants, built when Torquay was the Queen of the English Riviera. Clive told me he could have been…
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Tony Pelmet on Where to Put it All…
I’m with the Daughter in Uniqlo. There’s all these people in here hurling themselves at the Heattech thermals, buying up armfuls of it. And of course within a week we’ll probably be out of this weather. And then it’ll be ‘where am I going to put all of this? I’d better go up to Ikea…
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Poodle Faker
Motoring slowly along a superstore B road on the outskirts of a one-time cattle town called Newton Abbot, I see an elderly priest walking a narrow pavement. He’s stencilish, almost jagged, like a Richard Hambleton Shadowman painting. Clad in black, wearing gold-framed spectacles, carrying a black brass-clasped attaché case. His denomination was unclear, but his…
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Aqualand
Several weeks ago, Clive the Poodle Faker and I had spent over two hours on the phone. We’d been talking about the Marine Spa Ballroom, a magnificent Victorian building that included a swimming pool, spa treatments and restaurants, built when Torquay was the Queen of the English Riviera. Clive told me he could have been…
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