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StoryLeaving London ralph212 years 4 months ago
StoryTouts ralph012 years 4 months ago
StorySt. Swithin's Day ralph112 years 4 months ago
StoryKIngsway Cafe, Ossett. For Ian Dury ralph112 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Absolute Beginners ralph212 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Last Button On Wood Street ralph012 years 4 months ago
StorySt. Swithin’s Day ralph112 years 4 months ago
StoryOlympia ralph112 years 4 months ago
StoryPearls ralph412 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Foot Of Our Stairs ralph412 years 4 months ago
StoryThey Shoot Horses. Don’t They? ralph112 years 4 months ago
StoryLife in Rosy Hues ralph312 years 4 months ago
StoryMusic for the Last Couple ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryRadio Day ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Loveless ralph112 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Palindrome ralph112 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Pier ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryMiddle England ralph312 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Question ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryUndressed ralph212 years 4 months ago
StoryMexico 1970 ralph112 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Loveless ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Ukulele Lady (re-strung) ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Ukulele Lady ralph012 years 4 months ago
StoryNear Paddington ralph312 years 4 months ago

My stories

You’ll Have to Ask an Expert, Mate

You’ll Have To Ask An Expert, Mate He asked. Do you think it’s worth it to have an irresponsible surfeit of cheese in this time of Brexit? I replied...
Cherry

In Susan’s Room. England, May 1982

In Susan’s Room. England, May 1982 Outside. Red roses and creosote. Overalls and medium wave. Jimmy Saville spins the hits from the years. Inside. We...

On Frenchman Street I Fell Down and Smiled

I notice that my shoe lace is undone as I sit down on the kerb and listen to the street band blow and pull faces of exhilaration. I could tie it now...
Gold cherry

As if Dancing to Basie (after Phil Burdett)

Warm beer, rosary beads, clutched for nothing but comfort. This knotted man is undone, nightly. He two steps the pier as if dancing to Basie...
Cherry

On a Bench at St Osyth’s Bay

If only Franz Ferdinand had taken a holiday in rainy St Osyth‘s. If only they’d stopped Hitler at Nuremberg with love and fresh white scented roses...

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