Humour, derelict and home at last.

1. A house with a brass sign on the door saying: 'Never mind the dog -- beware of the owners.' I didn't think people actually put things like that on their houses.

2. I've discovered another murder house. It's a huge Edwardian villa, exactly like all the other huge Edwardian villas on the road. But this one has a scruffier garden, and you can look through the kicked in front door and see daylight coming down the stairs.

3. The cheering sight of my own front door. We have recently had it repainted -- it's black, like 10, Downing Street and looks very smart and imposing.

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  1. 1. There are so many different ethnicities represented in my building that I never know what it's going to smell like in the halls when I get home around dinnertime. But it's always something good.

    2. A girl wearing a bright green dress, black tights and red high-heeled mary janes

    3. Yesterday I happened upon a street fair, where there was a South American couple roasting huge slabs of pork on this large, circular rack. The meat was hanging off the rack by large, sharp hooks and there was a raging mesquite fire underneath. I was transfixed by the sight of this meat, and kept thinking, it smells like Edinburgh (I bought a skewer and realized it'd been marinated in whiskey.) So there I stood, in the middle of the street eating this roasted pig on a stick...I felt quite primal, a bit like Genghis Khan.

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