You'd see his flat-cap bobbing roadside of the field, Pulled along by a yapping dog. Hear him tell strangers, 'He wunner bite ya.' Once the farmer -...
I was lying alone in a double bed, doing terrible things to some pairs of knickers. I had found them in the dirty-clothes basket at the foot of the bed.
This street, that Greggs, Before morning registrations; The burger van on a Friday. Rain against the windows of Subway And Colonel Mustard’s And the...