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WEIRD WALK GREEN MAN T-SHIRT
WEIRD WALK GREEN MAN T-SHIRT
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Talu
Talu
Let me tell you how I got lost.I used to live in the regular world, in a house full of comforts - of baths and cushions and hot toast with marmalade. Now I am reduced to crawling on all fours within an endless spiral of brown and green. I’m looking for my cat. I hear him calling sometimes, but he always seems to be get
Blackbike Two
Blackbike Two
When I was about nine or ten I had a friend named Richard who lived a couple doors down from me on Farnham Road. We used to circle around the cul-de-sac on our BMXs talking about Star Wars and practicing weak bunny hops. Richard’s dad would often be out in his garage tooling away at their old estate car, or possibly th
Friend Regular
Friend Regular
Friend Italic
Friend Italic
Sheep looked up from his grassy breakfast one morning to see a crow bouncing frantically among the hedgerows at the end of the pasture.“Crow,” he said, “what ails you this morning?” “Not now, Sheep,” said Crow. “I am looking for my friend, gone missing from this very field only yesterday.” “Yesterday…” Sheep replied, “
Niven
Niven
My two cousins and my sister and I sit on the sofa in our dressing gowns with our glasses of multicolored milk watching a movie we don’t fully comprehend as it unfolds in layers of deeply British grandeur. Characters on the screen parade in shining brocades of glamour, delivering lines we intuit to be funny and yet can
Niven Sample
Niven Sample
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Saveloy
Saveloy
Andy lives in a flat above Strouden Plaice - the chip shop on Castle Lane. Garry and I are jealous, as if by dint of his location he has to eat fish and chips daily by mandate. “Nah, we hardly ever eat there.” “But what about the smell?” Garry says, taking the words out of my mouth. “It must be glorious.” His eyes glaz
Saveloy Sample
Saveloy Sample
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Acorn
Acorn
A whirr of electrostatic noise signals imminent joy. Mum and Dad are out shopping, my sister is at her friend’s house, and it’s just me and the cat and the TV and my Acorn Electron. As the tape recorder feeds its delicate and touch-tender magnetized magic into the computer, I throw on a Man Parrish record, borrowed fro
Acorn Sample
Acorn Sample
Newsagent
Newsagent
The newsagent on Feversham Avenue is small, dark and cramped, a situation that seems to physically constrict the bearing of its proprietor, Mr Johnson - a sallow, sagging man with blunt, endlessly grinding teeth. “Morning,” I say, still rubbing night-sand from my eyes. “Morning,” Mr Johnson replies through his vice-lik
Corfe Italic
Corfe Italic
Dad parks the car and we hop out and (first things first) head over to the Fox Inn for a quick pint. The pub itself is everything you’d want from a place that’s about as old as Shakespeare - dark and cool and suffused with the lingering aroma of ancient, beer-soaked oak. The barman - a fuzzy, dwarfish man who can only
Corfe Regular
Corfe Regular
Dad parks the car and we hop out and (first things first) head over to the Fox Inn for a quick pint. The pub itself is everything you’d want from a place that’s about as old as Shakespeare - dark and cool and suffused with the lingering aroma of ancient, beer-soaked oak. The barman - a fuzzy, dwarfish man who can onl
Alder Road
Alder Road
Sisteron
Sisteron
The citadel of Sisteron descends from a storm cloud on the A51 from Grenoble, 16 hours after leaving Cherbourg the night before. A bolt of lightning stabs the valley below in one final and petulant parting shot, before clearing to reveal a land sliced by rivers and moss-green hedgerows. Our destination - a centuries-ol
Lovechild
Lovechild
My Raleigh Burner clatters down the steps to a long concrete path flanked by gorse and wild grasses. Ahead, the opening to the Winston Avenue tunnel, pre-graffiti and puddle-splashed, and at the other end, horse chestnuts standing like ents ready to drop their tiny spiked packages into welcoming hobbit hands. I leap fr
Sandleford Regular
Sandleford Regular
It’s a dark, damp Friday afternoon at Talbot Primary School. Honestly, I’m just dying to get home and have a cup of tea in front of the fire, but tonight is Movie Club night so I’m not going anywhere for a while. Things could be worse though. Aside from giving my parents a bit more kid-free time to run errands, it is
Sandleford Italic
Sandleford Italic
It’s a dark, damp Friday afternoon at Talbot Primary School. Honestly, I’m just dying to get home and have a cup of tea in front of the fire, but tonight is Movie Club night so I’m not going anywhere for a while. Things could be worse though. Aside from giving my parents a bit more kid-free time to run errands, it is a
Jack’s Maggot
Jack’s Maggot
The road between Bournemouth and Fordingbridge is long and wide and dips over and over like a perfect and seemingly infinite sine wave. We beg Dad to speed up on the declines, and he does, and our bellies leap and laugh within us. “Faster!” I shout, but Dad slows as a sign ahead announces our destination and exit: “San
New Forest
New Forest
Mrs Carter
Mrs Carter
Room 205
Room 205
Rough Cut
Rough Cut
Blackbike
Blackbike
Carnaby Street
Carnaby Street
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