About Me
Autumn, conkers, cracked pavements, daisy chains, cypia toned afternoons, dusty shoe box mementos, charcoal, mascara smudges, the clever smell of sharpened pencils, overheard conversations, stumbled words, train tickets, the frantic scrabbling of pen nibs in silent exam halls, wobbly desks, wobbly legs, etched messages from the hopeless and the bored, boiling eggs for soldiers, feigned answers to unheard questions at crowded discotheques, a smeared farewell kiss on the lip of a JD and coke, spray on jeans,comfortable silences, poisonous looks of reproach in 'the silent room', an inexplicable fear of hide and seek, chalk scrawled pavements, blu tak, attics, peroxide, the staccated melody of my olivett line 98, cick, clack, click clack, ding! Drag queen blush, roots, grass stains, an unparalleled love of black jacks, fist kisses, nervous hands making the ink run wet, wasted days, ungodly hours, tracing introductions onto misted window panes- oll3H, latin lessons i wish i'd had, the authority of red pens, squared paper, checked work books, canned laughter, chipped nail varnish, awkward hellos, grateful goodbyes, doc leaves, apple slices, pips, polaroids, a seemingly outdated sense of romance and propriaty, diminished expectations, sherbet lemons... Now its a question of getting the wording right for the lonely hearts verse.
