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The scalloped edges of cakes made her feel like marzipan, unpopular and old. At wine lunches she found ways to make parcels of chicken and goats cheese disappear faster than sick stains off the back of a cistern.

After around thirty seconds or so of this bleak silence the phone startled into life, seeming almost more shocked that it was ringing than Sam was. He casually reached for the reciever knowing it could only be one of three people: His mother, who Sam would have put money on, seeing as it was his birthday and she'd no doubt been waiting since about half past eight to call him at a suibtable time; His old college friend Tully, who called every now and again, simply to prove his own personal statement that he'd 'Keep in touch with everyone!'; or his boss, a rather plump man who would no doubt be calling to ask if Sam could cover a shift, probably so that the afore mentioned plump Albert Sturrock could race over to his mistress' house as fast as his small little red legs could go.

You pull me over like a blanket...asking me to speed it up

what if i dont want a pretty face?

My watch strikes midnight I watch as time holds hands As I slow dance With Cinderella Developing a fine romance Without slipping on the sole Glass slipper on her toes So, consider this an ode To the everyday Joe Who feels like Clark Kent On a park bench Before he starts to enter The pay-phone

there you were standing in the middle of a Salzburg afternoon

An old poem re-draft. Not much better.

Imagine it. A large gloomy council estate in the poor part of a big town. The kind of place where there are gangs of children or glum teenagers and stray dogs everywhere no matter what time of day or what day of the week. The kind of place that policemen would pretend didn't exist, knowing they would have a field day if they had the courage to search it, but never having the courage. The kind of place where every boy over the age of nine or so carries a knife and every woman has a horde of children, rarely with a father in sight. The kind of place where people don't live, they survive.