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Sort of sprouted from Inspiration Point

June 23rd 2003

There he was, I knew immediately, despite the ten years or more since I had seen him last. He had not changed at all, well perhaps a little rounder around the waist, but still the same fit build, and the face just looked wiser or perhaps 'more used', rather than older, but is was definitely him.

A story about ice-cream

Calm waves soothed a battered shore. A seagull feasted on a condom. Neb was another dreadlocked hippy who had been washed up here. He'd moved down...

A day in the life of a taxi driver

Newton's left him when he was 8, and for the rest of his life he dreamed of her dying by fire.

Temp job thing - exceedingly late