ON THIS DAY (1 year ago)

 "Fucking bollocks". He was old London, tough London, "I kicked the arse of the skinheads in the 80's" London. His gruffness compact like his thoughts, spat out in bullet form. See we'd both reacted, (me silently) him like the ricochet of a fully cocked gun; as the last of the righteous implorings drifted back in to the tannoy; the bus lurching forward .The gist the same as yesterday, and the day before that: Hidden mask inspectors doing secret rounds. Agents of the state enforcing. MB


Phaeleh ambients trickling through the soft touch of an after-rain day. Warm base nestling. For the first time in months i'm up late and figuring what to do with the shape my day. So it's filing and scrap booking and flicking over memories. Some times for the shortest of time in a sea of stress a mini family is made. Bye bye Queen Mary's.
Samea Khan, Ann Brooker and 3 others
Watching "the quickening" and witnessing the crazy in the markets, and thinking from here to november, is going to be one hell of a ride ~buckleup.



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