Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Glossy Black
In a cul-de-sac in South London, the morning silence is broken by the screams and whoops of 2 young kids, out playing in the parking area, whilst their nanny looks on. They both have 'long' hair and the beginnings of obesity. They chase a ball around for a while, then rush back into the house and reappear with scooters. Soon they are criss-crossing the block-paved parking area at a rate of knots, and, somewhat predictably, one crashes off into the pavement. He lies there, prone and silent. Dad comes out and proffers him his skateboard. Up he gets and continues to whizz around. Opposite, a young woman stands outside the communal hallway, enjoying her morning cigarette. She stares at the goings-on disapprovingly. Her hard face is pinched and sullen as she drags on the fag every 11 seconds. Nearby, a man lies on a balcony listening to 'Snreaking Out The Back Door With A Grin' by Matt Bianco.
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I just read your pretend suicide-blog note. It elicited six comments (although two of them were yours). I agree with those guys, I love reading your blog. Trouble is you are such a poetic blogga it's hard to comment - my sad ego won't allow it usually. One more thing. Your commenteers are spectacularly attractive, don't you think? (not me, I'm not). They look like fictional characters, so vivid.
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