WHY I LIVE HERE

Back into town from playing a gig at the Rifleman’s Glastonbury I said, ‘it’s good to be back,’ when we turned into Stokes Croft.
‘I hate Stokes Croft,’ she said, ‘there’s so many strung out people here.’
‘True,’ I said, ‘a lot of wasted people of one kind and another.’
He said, ‘what you like about it?’
‘This,’ I said, ‘the buildings lights people on the street in the early hours.’
‘So you wouldn’t want to live in a rural idyll then?’
‘No, can’t think of anything worse, a living death seems to me, a place to visit not to live.’
Right at the lights into Jamaica.
‘I hate Bristol,’ he said, ‘I don’t know why I live here.’