“I didn’t want to become one of those legions of old men looked upon affectionately, who wear the same hat for the last twenty-five years of their lives, it becoming ever more grimy and ragged by the year.” This, the opening statement by a stylishly dressed gentleman sat opposite me on the train to London today. In actuality, this…… Continue reading mon chapeau préféré
Sat in the cafe, after finishing a modest lunchtime breakfast of scrambled egg on fried bread, I rolled a cigarette, as is customary, to smoke on my way back to work. As I finished the task, an elderly white-haired man seated at the table next to mine leant forward, extending a shaking hand and placing…… Continue reading caught awkward
“Well, we all know what men do with their right hands!” Jen looked into my eyes, accusingly.
Bethany adds two further ingredients, transforming the toast into a snack. Butter (soft, unrefrigerated) and a sticky, dark brown paste with a strong distinctive and salty flavour.
“I could draw in each mole, every dark pigment, birth mark, blemish, contour and crease found in his skin. I could map out Jake like the night sky and with the same degree of accuracy.”