Thursday, June 05, 2008
"Vandals Throwing A Brick Through The Window In The Warrington Area"
16.43 Fifty Minutes Late.
17.18 Twenty Seven Minutes Late
17.29 Seven Minutes Late
I think I've been a bit in love with Simon Armitage since 1992.
"...looking down at the poem on the page, I suddenly notice it contains an expletive.
'There's a word in this poem I've never said in front of my mother before,' I say. From within a cloud of pipe smoke, out of the side of his mouth but loud enough to be heard, my dad says,'Is it thank you?'"
Maybe it's his dad I should be a bit in love with?
Gig - Simon Armitage
16.43 Fifty Minutes Late.
17.18 Twenty Seven Minutes Late
17.29 Seven Minutes Late
I think I've been a bit in love with Simon Armitage since 1992.
"...looking down at the poem on the page, I suddenly notice it contains an expletive.
'There's a word in this poem I've never said in front of my mother before,' I say. From within a cloud of pipe smoke, out of the side of his mouth but loud enough to be heard, my dad says,'Is it thank you?'"
Maybe it's his dad I should be a bit in love with?
Gig - Simon Armitage
Labels: nostalgia, real life, train
