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| Forum topic | What posters were on your student walls? | tcook | 13 | 17 years 1 month ago |
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| Forum topic | www.josiedog.com not me | josiedog | 5 | 18 years 12 months ago |
| Forum topic | Happy Saint Patrick's Day | poetjude | 23 | 19 years 2 weeks ago |
| Forum topic | I don't know about you lot but.... | Anonymous | 13 | 19 years 3 weeks ago |
| Forum topic | Attn: Nottingham and Leicester folk | tcook | 1 | 19 years 1 month ago |
| Forum topic | Blimey what year is it? | flash | 17 | 19 years 4 months ago |
| Forum topic | Good music, or lackthereof | Anonymous | 36 | 19 years 5 months ago |
| Forum topic | Have a lot of people left, or have they got new names on the forum? | flash | 25 | 19 years 5 months ago |
My stories
The starlings over Abbey Park
Autumn. The starlings over Abbey Park pinwheeling, turning the hard sky - splinters of ink, diffusing. Sudden dark shakes and fills the rough-barked, aching trees;
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Haircut
This is a lost art, a skill from the past, like riding a bike or playing tic-tac. I am rejoining the club. Standing here, I remember them, the anonymous men:
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Ritual
He was always there. Gobshite. Loudmouth. At first, you were grateful that someone had said even hello. 5.30 in the morning, the depot filling with tired men in hi-vis clothes,
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Red wine
Red wine at John’s was a laugh and it wasn’t. Tongue-curling sour. His mam bought him twenty fags, a full Showaddywaddy drape in scarlet and gave him twenty quid to blow
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Siren
The sea is cold and salt and, though we are many, we are always alone. You are too beautiful. It is our curse to find you so, to be drawn to your light, to need you. This is not life,
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