Cherry

Julian asks about Blackbirds

Ah well, at least she tried.....

Story of the logo.....

How a logo made a difference?
Gold cherry

call girl

lit-up hours arranging and waiting, rusty anxiety alternating with stars, the ackward introduction eased by her easy babbling, negotiation, rules, an erotically angelic face

How hard can it be?

‘Three cups of tea and some jobs please!’ I asked with feigned enthusiasm, my head thick with the gunk of post alcohol excess. I tried a smile, hoping that it would help. It didn’t.

Keystone Cops, a whole bunch of oiks, and some chicken in a basket

One day I decided to join the navy. I’d figured that my life wasn’t really going anywhere (see Book) and that somehow military service... for Queen and Country and all that...

Psychopaths and a butterfly, and a nice cup of tea

It was something of a coincidence when a few years ago I was at a party in Bath and met the daughter of John and Anna Carter, founders of Carter’s Steam Fair in London where I once worked for a day

In My Little Playground

It all ticks away In my little playground There are some beautiful spots Beneath the tall dark mountains Between the dirty box houses Rainbows turn to grey In my little playground

Maybe

Sitting on the public grass Talking happily Although my words are sparse Everyone knows I can't speak properly Maybe That's why I'm the last asked to leave The last asked for by name Maybe

Another

Another empty packet Blowing in the wind Another filthy racket Another rabbit skinned Another golden locket On a stiffened neck Another hand in pocket Another weeping wreck

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