Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Conveyance, talk and envy.

1. Standing at a lonely country bus stop and seeing the headlights and destination board of my bus coming round the corner.

2. The school kids behind me on the bus:
'I know him from Ticehurst Primary School.'
'You never.'
'I do. I went in year two.'
'You never. You went to Stone Cross.'
'I did, in year two.'
'You liar.'
'I can't believe you didn't know that, you rubbish girlfriend.'
'I'm a fucking good girlfriend.'

3. I tell Robert what Rosey and I had for supper and he says: 'I wanted that, too.'

Workshop, documentary and end.

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