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Tag Archives: Justin
Tim’s Party
Because I’d missed meeting John off the train, he’d the opportunity to ask my neighbour Diana for a cigarette and be told to fuck off. “Can’t a convict cadge a fag any more?” he complained, finding it difficult to take … Continue reading
Chomu Party
This Saturday I took the train all the way to Waterloo, the Jubilee to Canada Water, the East London to Whitechapel and whichever, District or Hammersmith and City, to Mile End. It was quicker. Tim let me in. His two … Continue reading
Quentin’s Flatcooling
A cyclist had his bike anchored in the groove between the headrests of the seats opposite him, who sat on an aisle seat, thus preventing the use of five other seats since no one would choose to sit either side … Continue reading
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Tagged Dadaoism: An Anthology, Daniel, Dominika, John, John Elliott, Jonathan, Justin, Liz, Mark, Mayling, prison, publisher, Quentin
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Quentin’s Beach Party
Quentin vouchsafes an address for his beach party. Borrowed a pen from Rosie, the librarian, to write it down. Plan itinerary. Back in library where Fiona, assistant librarian and friend, looks up Dadaoism: An Anthology which can be preordered on … Continue reading
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Tagged 'the book', Chomu, Dadaoism: An Anthology, Daniel, Domenika, Fiona, Gareth, Greg, Instance...., Joe, John, John Elliott, Justin, Mark, Moslem, neighbour, Nina, prison, publisher, Quentin, Richmond, Rosie, Stephanie, Tina
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