It’s a sunny day, the light bounces from roofs of the cars below, into the second story asda that’s turned to an oven because from the heat. I’m stood aimlessly at the bread glancing over an constantly empty rack where the buns should be. My ears pitch up, the shuffling and booming voice of the […]
The magical life of a socially abstract writer isn’t hard, it’s more compacted. Meeting up with friends, eating out, I’m an ex-photograpgher to, so I’ve had recent invites to charity gigs and beer meets and stupid stuff I won’t say no too.