It’s me on the jubilee

He’s Coughing Choking think that man should give up smoking. Someone tagged the door Isn’t that against the law? There are those wearing ‘High Visibility’ there are those full of misery such fun on the jubilee. It’s painkiller quick, but it makes me feel sick when i look at the price I must pay. Commuting…

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The windows in soap bubbles

A nip in the air that pinches my skin wrapped up in swaddling to keep the warmth in I grow old with the memory of once being young not believing that this time has finally come. This is fun or ii could be if it wasn’t me but it is and it’s not. Wednesday is…

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A slice of Friday morning

In the aisle for a while There’s no preferential here on the Central it’s dog eat dog see a seat want a seat get a seat. This is a treat for me immersed in the trappings of some great abnormality which some call life and in the fast lane too heading to god knows who…

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Four aces

Raining in Mile End and pouring in Northolt. this is Central line British Summer time broadcasting on forty foot waves at the Home Service. It makes me think of drowning when I’m down in this underground clowning about as I usually am but in thinking of you and that which you do I always come…

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Just watching

Young lad with the black hat another using an iPhone app, old lady reading ‘Womans Own’ an out of date copy if my eyes don’t deceive me, Indian girl sleeping and the door keeps on opening but we’re at ”Bank’ station so it’s a usual occurrence. Jumping the gap the man in the black hat…

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