Someone is parked outside the house, music playing beneath the wail of a distant siren. Night time in South London and Streatham never sleeps … But I must. The sigh of a passing car. The murmur of distant trafic. And a fresh breeze that rustles the trees before trickling over the windowsill and into the room. There’s a car outside the house. Sent from my BlackBerry?? wireless device
Saw this as I left the workshop with Nick. It was raining and he had a cape and my head was bare.The downpipe
Dislocated from the gutter
Cupping raindrops We saw it and had to ride back to take another look. We rode on and had a second epiphany when a young woman came out to pop something in the dustbin and a gust of wind gently raised her dress into a perfect umbrella floating above a pair of skimpy black briefs. Dislocation: Such are the pleasures of a simple man!
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