Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Spotted, dark heart and beans.

1. From the window behind my desk, I catch the cyclist I saw riding off yesterday at 5pm locking his bike to the pay and display machine.


2. Shaking an apple to hear the pips (that no-one has ever seen) rattle.

3. Beans on toast: always there when you're working too hard to cook.

Genre fiction, weeds and film night.

1. It's difficult to dislike waking in the small hours when I can read myself back to sleep by sliding into  the soothing, well-worn gro...