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Thursday 27th December

DOWN THE OLE DOG N CAGE: In the silence before the household wakes, me & a dog in a cage respectfully don’t communicate. Sunrise, hidden though it is by thick cloud, casts milky light on us both. I catch it’s… continue reading »

Wednesday 26th December

IS THAT YOUR GRAT HE CHEWED?: Resisting all temptation he stepped back & watched beloved puddings disappear, enjoyed instead the happiness of revellers in paper crowns. The games of charades & cards, the laughter of reunited families from past years… continue reading »

Tuesday 25th December

PEAS ON EARTH: The banquet is set upon the table, all guests are gathered round, expectation on each face with radiant smiles beneath paper hats & joyous laughter the festival of exquisite culinary delights returns to town. The Radio plays… continue reading »

Monday 24th December

THE DAY IT STOPPED RAINING: The tribes of the north gather in the sarf baring gifts & smiles. Explosive conversations, unification questions, rooms flood with information, rhythms bouncing off the walls that few will see. Families re-united with hello hallelujahs… continue reading »

Sunday 23rd December

COUNTRY STYLE: The ceaseless rain falls onto fields, fields turn into sponges, empty into country lanes, roads become rivers, homes become islands, families stranded, a simple trip to the shops becomes impossible, neighbours become life savers, lifelines to essential supplies… continue reading »

Saturday 22nd December

CASTLES MADE OF SAND: This is for the courier who gave me the thumbs up, the gallery who sold another painting, the beautiful person who bought it & got the story behind the title. This is for the voice on… continue reading »

Friday 21st December

DAY TWO OF ANOTHER END OF THE WORLD: A north London taxi exposed it’s self to me discretely, dressed as a bumble bee, concealing it’s identity beneath a blue plastic mac, preserving it’s modesty A warehouse full of artists &… continue reading »

Thursday 20th December

THE END OF THE WORLD AGAIN: When rain sticks to you like suet & friends spend seven hours stationary in traffic jams & the day sucks light out of the ground daring you to smile, you know it’s time to… continue reading »

Wednesday 19th December

FOG FLOATING: The old Bata Shoe Factory slips out of a luminous fog like a rusting & abandoned ship free-floating mid Atlantic, threatening to topple on tiny vessels. The eye can’t see further than fingertips, the wheel is cold between… continue reading »

Tuesday 18th December

WHO STOLE THE STEPS?: A curious curve-ball day of phone call queues & changing plans that conspire to blow a fuse or inspire complaints. This isn’t the day I ordered, but it’s the one grinning up at me from the… continue reading »