Thursday, May 31, 2007

WE ALREADY KNEW

MM was standing outside the door when we got out the lift on our way back from watching one of my films on the big picture.
‘Do you know the name of the man who lives here?’ he said.
‘Er...no.’
‘He’s gone out and locked someone in here.’
‘Doesn’t he know his name?’
‘No,’ he said. ‘He asked me to kick the door in but you know...so I’ve called the police and they’re on their way.’
‘So they can kick it in?’
He turned to the door and the voice had come from the other side through the letterbox. ‘Alright mate,’ he said. ‘They won’t be long.’
MM’s girlfriend came into the scene from the corridor and started telling us what we already knew.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

THE END




CAR STRIKE ON STOKES CROFT

Someone got hit by a car on Stokes Croft. They crossed the road, well almost, they didn’t get to the other side but got runover.
Here’s the story as it appeared on BBC Bristol online:

Man in hospital after car crash

Part of a road in Bristol has been closed after a car hit a pedestrian.
The accident happened at about 1500 BST outside the Stokes Croft Post Office on Cheltenham Road. Diversions have been set up in the area.
It is thought that the pedestrian, a man in his 60s, suffered a heart attack.
He was taken to the Bristol Royal Infirmary. His condition is not known. A police spokesman said it was not known when the road would reopen.

When I arrived at ten past five there were police cars parked and incident tape stretched across both lanes traffic not getting further than the City Road junction to just beyond Hepburn Road down which pedestrians were directed by an officer standing on the far corner.
‘We can go up this way,’ she said.
‘You sure?’ he said.
‘Yes,’ pointing up the road by DHS, ‘up there the along and come down Ninetree.’
‘Oh yes,’ he said.
‘Guys,’ said the woman, ‘you’ve got to give me something I’ve got a story to write.’
The officer stood by the police car and seemed to be thinking about what she’d said.
‘We’ll let you know.’

Monday, May 28, 2007

ABSENCE

‘Oh, hello,’ I said to the man got in the lift a few floors down from mine.
‘Oh, hello,’ he said.
We stood, for a moment, silently on our way down.
‘I don’t like being weak,’ he said, ‘and I know that I am.’
‘Oh,’ I said.
He continued, ‘I yearn to rely on a strong will.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I fear what I’m capable of in its absence.’

Friday, May 25, 2007

SODOM & GOMORRAH
I took this from a woman held it out in front of me as I walked past her at the top of the subway slope near Debenhams and the Flipper.

SODOM & GOMORRAH
amazing but true

The writer and his family have met the archaeologist Jonathan Gray and other explorers and are able to confirm the integrity of this information.

Some 3,950 years ago an amazing event took place, which is recorded in the Bible, but seemed so extreme that many labelled the account as pure fable.
Five cities apparently ‘lost’ until 1990, when amateur archaeologist Ron Wyatt of nashville, Tennessee, USA, made a discovery that has astounded the world.


The text following this introduction outlines the discovery of the ‘lost’ five cities Sodom, Gomorrah, Admah, Zeboiim and Zoar and marries, albeit briefly, archeaological evidence presented by Ron Wyatt and the Word of God as found in the Bible.

Section headings include:
BIBLICAL GEOGRAPHICAL LOCATION;
THE EVIL OF THE CITIES;
ARCHED DOORWAY;
EMBEDDED SULPHUR BALL (sulphur balls feature prominently.);
WHAT DOES THIS EVIDENCE SIGNIFY?

If you want to know more check out these websites:-
www.covenantkeepers.co.uk
www.anchorstone.com/wyatt
www.theexoduscase.co.uk

and/or

if you would like more information on this leaflet and other discoveries, you can telephone 0117 9862394

Distributed by:
Brislington Christian Fellowship
Community Centre
Hungerford Road
Brislington. BS4


The Wikipedia entry for Ron Wyatt includes:-

Ronald Eldon Wyatt (1933 - August 4, 1999) was a controversial self-styled archaeologist (he had no training in the discipline and held no professional position) who claimed to have found many significant biblical sites and artifacts. His claims are dismissed by the scientific and historical communities.

Wyatt won a devoted following among some fundamentalist Christians seeking tangible evidence of the literal truth of the Bible. His credibility was disputed, often bitterly, by genuine archaeologists and biblical scholars. One member of the Israel Antiquities Authority (IAA) stated that "Ron Wyatt is neither an archaeologist nor has he ever carried out a legally licensed excavation in Israel or Jerusalem. In order to excavate one must have at least a BA in archaeology which he does not possess despite his claims to the contrary. ... [His claims] fall into the category of trash which one finds in tabloids such as the National Enquirer, Sun etc."

Thursday, May 24, 2007

ONE OF MY OWN

By doing, almost immediately after, what he’d asked me not to was saying...
‘I am not a man of my word...
‘you can’t rely on me...
‘I won’t be there...’
He had a dream about me and woke up screaming.
‘If there’s a fire on one end then there’s a fool on the other,’ he said about a cigarette.
‘Did you make that up yourself?’
‘Yes,’ he said, ‘it’s one of my own.’

Monday, May 21, 2007

THROUGH THE GARAGES

He got in the lift after me and pressed a button to a floor below mine, after looking at the numbers closely a while.
Pause.
'What floor was that?' he said as the lift started up.
'Ground,' I said.
Pause.
'Just checking,' he said. 'I got lost in here once.'
'I've heard it's possible,' I said.
'I was wandering the corridors looking for a way out,' he said. 'Eventually got out through the garages.'

CHAIR THREE

Sunday, May 20, 2007

SCARED

A young man on a bike rode past where I was sitting, waiting in the small park on Bellevue nearest the pub.
‘Alright?’ said the young man.
I said, ‘alright?’ and to my right I saw three other young men enter the park through the gate was open.
As they neared I began to pick from my trousers small bits of grass had got there when I’d mowed her lawn an hour or so ago.
On our way back from the Chelsea and the shops we’d had a look through the windows of the Greenbank. The bar has gone and it didn’t look like much else has happened in there since it closed. Will it open again?
As they passed I felt scared.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

CAPO DI MEO
This was texted me last night from one of my bosses it wasn’t meant for me and I wonder if they’ll say anything to me next week.

im suge u r but 4i have spent a while thinling and have sent u a e mail i hope we can be friends still howeuer i still love d fucking you and danciog wit

Friday, May 18, 2007

ON A TELEGRAPH POLE

LOST

sense of purpose &
well-being

Looks a bit like a shrivelled rose.
Last seen when out walking in the
countryside on a beautiful sunny day.

Owner feels an unnerving sense of
disquiet & mild apprehension without it.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

THE IDES OF MAY

‘Now over to my colleague Anthony Bathroom,’ she said. ‘Anthony.’
‘Yes, well, whatever happens next this case has its first suspect although there isn’t enough evidence to arrest him and charge him at this time.’
Four got in the lift on my way down going to work this morning.
- her parents went to church in the village they can’t imagine leaving -
‘To tell you the truth,’ he said, ‘I was naive. I was duped.’
- lift up your hearts and the King of Mercy will enter -
‘Morning,’ I said.
‘Tipping down out there,’ said Four.
‘I know.’
‘Like that since seven when I got up,’ he said. ‘They say it’s going to rain all day.’
‘Really?’
‘I’m just going out for a coffee. If I don’t go now I won’t get out.’
‘Good to get out.’
‘See the windows are getting smashed again?’ he said as we got out the lift.
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘It’s become quite regular.’

Sunday, May 13, 2007

RED BOOTS

Saturday, May 12, 2007

EVERY SO OFTEN

‘OUT OF SERVICE,’ scrolled in green lights from right to left through the lift floor indicator window when I got back to the flats carrying a box had new speakers for the computer.
I walked up four flights following the first two a man lives on the second floor. We’d said hello when I held the door for him so he didn’t have to put his shopping down to let himself in.
Through the corridor to the back of the building and the lift said, ‘6.’ I pressed the call button and waited...and waited...and pressed the call button and waited...and waited...and it still said, ‘6.’
‘Fucking hell,’ I said on the way up to the Sixth the door to which had its two lower glass panels missing. There’s a glass thing at the moment, getting smashed or cracked.
A man and a woman were loading the lift on Six so, ‘they must be moving in,’ I thought.
‘If you put all the stuff here,’ I said, pointing at the space to the right of the lift door, ‘then when you’ve got enough load up the lift and take it up and then other people can use it too. And they’re going to want to because the other one’s not working.’
‘We’re moving in,’ said the woman with an accent could be Polish or Russian or Ukrainian or whatever.
The man seemed to be with her looked at me as I spoke to them both.
‘I need to use the lift and I’ve got a long way to go,’ I said. ‘And I’ve already come up six floors. And that’s enough’
‘Can you go with him?’ said the woman to another woman had come to into the scene with a man held a box.
‘You just moving in?’ I said when we were alone.
‘Yes. We’re at the front so we should be using that lift but...’
‘...it’s not working.’
‘Does it break down very much,’ she might’ve said.
‘Every so often.’

Thursday, May 10, 2007

A DAY OF RESIGNATION

Tony Blair resigned as leader of the Labour party today and I resigned myself to getting wet on the way home from work.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-PIGEONS

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

CHAIR 2

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Monday, May 07, 2007

CHAIR

EIGHTY IN CHANGE

Taking photographs I crossed the road to walk into town down the left side of Stokes Croft when I saw, up ahead, a man and a woman talking as they stood by the kerb outside Ashley News.
She looked like I wanted to see more and he looked like a drinker. I wondered if they were together and if so how come.
They parted, went their seperate ways. She walked towards me as I crouched to get a view of Upper York Street’s name and postcode on the right and a pile of rubbish on the left. I smelled patchouli as she passed. She wore a long folded cloth draped from over one shoulder to her ankle.
The man was talking to a couple who’d come from City Road. They shook their heads to whatever he was saying, ‘probably asking for money,’ I thought.
Then he approached me.
‘Excuse me, Sir,’ he said.
I kept walking with him at my side.
‘I wonder if you can help.’
‘Go on,’ I said.
‘I need eighty pence for a drink,’ he said. ‘I’m not going to lie to you.’
‘I appreciate your candour.’
W stopped and I gave him a pound coin from the money I’d got out my pocket.
‘You’ll have to have this,’ I said. ‘I haven’t got eighty in change.’

Saturday, May 05, 2007

TAKING THE WEIGHT OFF

'There should be someone helping you,' she said to the woman serving.
'I know, I know.'
'...left here on your own...'
'I know, I know.'
'...look at the queue...'
I was stood behind the woman talking even though she'd arrived at the new Costa's in Broadmead after me.
'That was skilful,' I said to her, impressed at the manouver.
'Five minutes,' she'd said earlier showing her watch.
'Ten minutes for me,' I said.
I'd taken the SC into Here Gallery and been paid for last month's:-
'Do you know who did the painting on the wall?' I said.
'The crocodile, yes, I recognised it, he's exhibited downstairs. But the skull, no,' he said. 'I've seen smaller ones around and just the teeth.'
'Yeh, there's one on the side just below the big one...and there're others I've seen.'
At Cex I traded in a Law and Order DVD and got the first series of The Wire.
Outside unlocking my bike I felt better than this morning. I like using the Cex trade-in service. I'd spoken to her on the phone and run out of excuses before coming into town.
'Enjoy your coffee,' said the woman as she was leaving in the direction of the hub. 'I'm off home, going to put my feet up, take the weight off...'

Thursday, May 03, 2007

GOAT

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

HEART ATTACK

Last night I was sat in my comfy chair.
A sharp pain in my chest like someone squeezing my heart as they pushed a knitting needle through it. It was hard to breathe.
I got out of the chair on to the floor lay down tried to breathe deeper but my chest got tighter.
‘It’s a heart attack.’
Something stuffed down my throat.
‘Shit. It’s a heart attack.’
My chest fit to burst.
Swimming in Bishopston pool I pushed my self too hard - considering I’d not swum for so long - and had to stop because of a pain in my chest and difficulty breathing like now.
Back then I recovered in a half hour.
But that was over fifteen years ago.
Today, twenty-four hours after lying in bed with dying on my mind, my chest still feels sore and a little tight.