Wednesday, 17 December 2008

Sunday 14 December 2008

the tones are muted
colours have been drained like blood
saved for emergencies

I made my special chicken laksa today, which I am sorry I volunteered to do as it meant I had to go out and buy chicken. I also engaged in a long and fruitless hunt for macadamia nuts, before giving up and buying cashews instead.
On the way home I was on the eastbound platform of Goldhawk Road station and confronted by a giant poster of Jeremy Clarkson, upon whom some bored (or maybe angry) commuter had imposed a Hitler moustache.
Weirdly, it suited him, and it’s not a look that suits many people, not even Hitler actually.

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