Boxes

When we left Fassett Square (E8) flat (2005?), I left boxes of LPs which I ‘didn’t want’ anymore in the communal hall, with a sign that said: TAKE…

It was a 19-flat building – the old German Hospital, 1930s, called (so naff): Bruno Court. After the architect…

(Why didn’t they use his second name? So then we might actually know who he is…)

I hated virtually everyone else in the building by then (I was a hater, and was company sec of the management co…)…

And so I left my LPs as kind of a weird f*** off to all of them: “Ah, you still want my records. It’s just me…”

Anyway, somehow it made me feel better. At the time… They still wanted my records…

I don’t regret: Pet Shop Boys…

Do regret: Prince, Chic, Funkadelic….

Though they’re all on Spotify…

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strokeofbadluck

I had a stroke on July 26th, 2013. I was a screenwriter. Don’t do that anymore. But have found another way to write.

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