the affectionate screamers
There is often a cluster of chain-smoking kids who like to gather in the public square by City Hall during the day, kids who dress in black and wear chains, playing hackey sack and shouting at each other from the patch of grass on one side of the square across the vast expanse of concrete to...
the sum of all our parts
Looking down from the second balcony the audience had become a sea of heads. In the dim light of the hall I could make out a suggestion of coloured shirts – certain bright tones stood out from the rest. When the musicians stopped the scene would change to a flutter of hands – and the...
natural high
So, I’ve been on a bit of a tear recently on my bike. A long tear, not unlike the tears that my poor muscles get every time they are pushed hard while pedaling up giant mountains. Having started to make a large number of friends at work, most of whom bike, I’m finding it difficult...