You pay me no attention and I don’t blame you but I wish you good luck and want to remember your call. The lights have changed now, Mr ‘Bring out your dead’, you’ll be needing to unfold the legs you raised and rested on the ‘crossbar’, release the brake, ring your bell, call and leave.
Category Archives: Working abroad
Dear Mr Man at the Station
To the small group who stroll chatting, slapping various joints to increase circulation and to the lungers, striders, slipper shufflers and park dancers, you are…
Cataracts and Dirty Vests
21st May I didn’t sleep the night before last. Well, that’s a lie. I did actually sleep. For four hours. Now I don’t usually have trouble with sleeping; in an annoying explicitly counterproductive way, occasionally, when I’m stressed I’ll wake part way through the night and that’ll be it. It’s funny, sleep never eludesContinue reading “Cataracts and Dirty Vests”
She went to Shanghai 