Story down below When the 363 turns from Underhill Road onto Melford Road, people should be applauded for reaching their seat. Just scanned the old Oyster with almost a foot on the stairs, and the brakes slam. You make sure you stay upright by sacrificing your shoulder to the wall. You race up the stairs … Continue reading A Consolation Prize. A Story.
There's flash fiction down below. Bussing to a definitely open college and a due date with my draft assignment. The traffic is usual for Old Kent Road, an average of 5 cars per 30 square-metres, with a rate of flow of 13 ms-1. Quite pessimistic this morning, wearing a scarf, but it's getting warmer from … Continue reading Literary Psychoanalysis and Untitled Flash Fiction
Back in the train seat whizzing to college, and - as Zager & Evans would have it - a dystopian future where man has shredded the earth of all its value and set up a robotic service system. But that's fine, because it only begins in the year 2525 and takes until 9595 to truly … Continue reading After Half-Term
Sitting down after the day's work with a gifted box of chocolates, I'm trying to put my mind to my college assignments. Why were the two methods of Freud and Watson used as the means to explain and therefore treat the development of phobias in children? An interesting question indeed. On the bus I saw … Continue reading Lotta Writing Going On
Singing (singing? can I call it that?) some rough lines of S&G's The Boxer up to Waterloo, I keep last night's thought behind it. Like many, I find fictional characters relatable. Can sound a bit weird - like all your buddies are talking lions and imaginary detectives - but it's not so strange. Trains on … Continue reading Monday Dreamin’
Made it onto a train at Waterloo this time, that's nice. A German couple got to some closing doors ahead of me, and, instead of shoving a bag or hand in the gap like any sensible Londoner would, they stood till they closed. The wife efficiently moved on, but the husband stared as the open … Continue reading Deutches, Ja?
I spent some time this morning staring in forgiving acceptance at the train board at Waterloo. My usual trains for college were all cancelled. Handy thing's, phones. You can quite swiftly redirect yourself to a new route. And it is on this route - to the the Jubilee line for Westminster, then on to the … Continue reading Blog + Eclectic Song 3 – Poem