A myopic artist named Peel portrayed naked women with zeal. He explained: "The detail Is achieved using braille ' all the bits I can't see, I just feel.
"There's something about the place, Al, he told me one evening over a beer and a game of lop-sided snooker. He spoke very softly, almost reverentially. "It's the history or something. You can feel it in the air. It gets into you. Like fag smoke. Like, right in the blood. And it suits me. Being alone with it. I wouldn't want to live any other way now.
Three days. And what have I got to show? An empty coffee jar. An empty hard drive. A full waste paper bin. A raw thumb where I've bitten the nail to the quick. The start of a beard. A t-shirt that stinks like a gamer's laundry-bag. Sandpapered eyeballs. Indigestion. And an exercise book full of scribbles and doodles and crossings-out and¦ ¦and crap :
I had a tortoise I called him Bert and Bert was a bit of a flirt one day he started getting on a roll with an upturned Pyrex casserole. He thought "This one's a bit of a dish. Well well¦ I'll put some colour in her unusually pale semi-translucent shell.