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Tuesday 6th May

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NUMBERS:
 
“Did y go out last last night?”
“Yeah”
“Any good fellas?”
“Allright. just danced, just wanted a laugh”
“Did ‘she’ pick anyone?”
“Yeah, there was this nice bloke, really nice, but a bit small, 
but there was this other one, really nice shirt & dark.”
“Which one did she get off with?”
“Well we saw her with the first one & they were really hittin’ 
it off & he was nice & you could see he really liked her”
“They ‘all’ like her”
“Yeah, he asked her for her number & gave her his phone & she 
put in 0000″
“Get out!”
“Honest”
“Get OUT!”
“I know”
 
(K)

Monday 5th May

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A LOVE OF EMPTY TRAINS:
 
Taking full advantage of the bank holiday to ride to rehearsals 
luxuriating in the empty carriages of the Steely Twin Limousine. 
A light mist rises from the fields to the music of birdsong as we 
head towards our rendezvous with a new groove. 
 
(K)

Sunday 4th May

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FIELD DAY:
 
Sunshine, Yellow Hammers, Buzzards glide on bluesky thermals.
The heady perfume of Hawthorn blossom, cowslip & bluebell. 
We slip between fields of seedling corn on silent wheels 
with only the tiny clicks of free wheeling chains to give
us away. 
 
(K)

Saturday 3rd May

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LAST NIGHT IN THE STUDIO:
 
Riding the drunk train out’ve the city, boys violently 
attracted to perfumed girls. Shout loud to slurring lads 
in shirt sleeves, open necked & ruddy faced, throw cans 
& fast food wrappers clearing seats for wide-eyed girls.
Everyone’s on the pull, smelling of meat & alcohol 
as I sit quite in the corner reading Neil Young for the 
fifth time, encouraged by the energy of a man who keeps 
making new work & moving forward. An artist refusing to 
live off the past. 
 
(K)

Friday 2nd May

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LAST NIGHT IN LONDON:

“We’re very please to have been able to upgrade you”
Smiled the receptionist as I hung my dog expression
on her with a weary eye.
“Oh, thank you” I replied nervously.
“It’s right around the corner, on the ground floor”
She enthused.
Squeezing bags through a minimal door I scuffed down
white corridors to a black numberless door and applied
the sleek electric card to a luminous glow on the wall.
The tiny suit had a Japanese slant, tinged with just
enough ‘glum’ to make me wish I’d endured the tube &
the last train home. I checked the wall, looked behind
all the doors, in cupboards & felt around the backs of
the sleek black wood wardrobes – something essential was
missing.
Squeezing my bags back up skinny corridors I found the
receptionist stroking an iPad screen.
“Everything ok with your room?” She beamed.
“Do you have a room with a window?” I enquired.
(K)

Thursday 1st May

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STEP OF THE NIGHT TRAIN:
 
Rinse the head in rain, let the bones soak up a chill. 
Breathe wind coloured by the perfume of new life, 
exit the blues, greys & stains of interior trains.
There’s a pensive stoop, a hang-dog crumple to the 
cut of cloth, a rinsed look in the eye. Averting the 
gaze of the crazy yell obscenities to a phone. Watching 
his muscles jerk reflected in black glass wrapped around us, 
clear carriages with a violent mouth. I take another 
swig of juice, slip the in-ears turn up the groove 
& drift to the rhythm of bedroom lights. 
 
(K)

Wednesday 30th April

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A NASTY CASE OF:
 
Picked up an infection in the Joy department 
from an overdose of electric mail on a train.
Rinsed it out with grooves direct injected 
from a lap top through the ears. Climbed out 
the tube hole into California Sunshine.
 
(K)

Tuesday 29th April

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SHE SAID:
 
“The London Marathon is such a fabulous spectacle, 
you must go. You’re surrounded by iconic buildings
of glass & steel. Oh Look! -there’s her flat 
by the side of the rails! It used to be old, now
it’s new again. (phone rings) 
“Hey! Hi! Yes we’re stuck in a tunnel. We waved as 
we went passed you, shouldn’t be too long, See you, 
See you!”
She’s telling the whole world, talking so loud, 
she continues,
“What ever takes your fancy in a hotel room” & laughs.
“I had to pluck up the courage to get in the lift 
to go up on the roof to use the gym. I had to ask 
for directions in French ‘oh-vous-les-vous!’ I mean,
at ‘my’ age? There are people who go white water 
rafting & I had to pluck up the courage to use the 
lift! I went outside, walked ’round the block, 
made a text & that was enough for me!”
 
(K)

Sunday 27th April

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CHRISTINE SAID:
 
“If David can do it ‘you’ can do it”
I said, 
“You’re ‘avin’ a laugh ain’t ya? Why’d I wanna get all 
tanked-up and banged-up? I got put away in Spain, went 
out for a meal. This Taxi driver took us to the Police, 
he really threatened us. Anyway the Police made him take 
us back AND for the same fair – amazing! They don’t mess 
about out there mate!”
 
(K)