“Hey author, I just read 5 of your posts and I have no idea what they were about”
“Hey reader, I am aware of the posts in question. I’m afraid I also have no idea”
“But author, you wrote them”
“Oh reader, I know. They are memoirs courtesy of ‘Ms Insanity Pants’. The day you need to worry is the day you relate”
“Oh author, you have a point!”
“Oh reader, I always have a point, just not a great memory”
(Damn you word limit of 50 😉 – 78 words)
Stone at his Finest!
How long can you get away with saying ‘This place ain’t my home’!
You see, London is a special and somewhat captivating place. Maybe the pride and my inability to let go is because it’s our capital; or maybe it’s because walking along Downing Street, or around Camden, or through Soho, or across the West End; is magic!
Just wandering through these places is an overwhelming experience for me!
Whatever the maybe’s, all these years later, London is still my home
But as much as I like the ring that comes with saying ‘I’m from London’, London is also largely a shed and I grew up in the middle of the compost heap, right next to the rusty axe!
The Royal Borough was a saying ‘Darling’, not a known entity…
And 20 years ago, Wayne was at the school gates with a sawn off shot gun, he was there for his girl, and this was London love and life!
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