Fishing in the Rivers of Life

Tag: urban life

  • I’m alright, Jack

    Don’t start pissing in my pocket and try to tell me it’s raining. And believe me, you don’t have to be called Rover to hear a dog whistle. The impromptu rash of flying of the Union flag across the country is not some benign outpouring of spontaneous national pride. It’s a malignant signal working at…

  • One at a Time – Lady in Red

    One at a Time – a series of posts where I examine a single image. Today it’s Lady in Red. It’s said that a picture is worth a thousand words, but here I don’t think we need that many, for the single abiding theme is drama. Why is the woman in red so pensive? Surely…

  • Chick’n Chips

    Chick’n Chips from myfavorite Sarf London store —you know the one,bullet holes in the door.Customers scream,and they shout —heaven knowswhat they’re on about. Consumers eclectic,including me,ponderingwhat to havefor their tea. Chicken thighs?Dodgy pies?Maybe even,Curly fries? Standing there, contemplating,I wonder how longI’ll be waiting. Spicy wings?Onion rings?Napkin rings?You must be joking. Delivery riders —they seldom smile.Perhapsthey’ve…