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Drilling into the barnyard dark, probingout curves like a dentist diggingdown into decay, workingup the other side of the valley, …

The maw of the old mineshaft reminded meof the stove-in mouthof an end-of-the-line lush,left gaping there glistening by bored kids, …

The fire escapeis a raggedy spiral thing –a rotten tin box of ribs,have to climb it in a half crouch …

And here’s my old shirt, blue and green with busted holes two, three, no, four buttons blown away – bounced …

Eating scotch egg, drunk on rum

I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe the cheek- I know. I know. I know. Sarah, you won’t believe …