“MY LITTLE CHAIR IS AT THE CENTRE OF THE WORLD” The previous week, there had been an usual warmth. Washing again dried on suburban lines and people were seduced into thinking that maybe summer, like supermarket strawberries, was an all year thing. But now a mean chill had arrived, and snow was settled on the Pennines beyond Manchester. During those false flag balmy days I’d gone to see a man about buying a taxi. This flight of fancy took me […]
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