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my east end phase...
swept the roads for a while -
damn, I loved that job
people would very carefully give me
that little bit of space
which they never give each other -
man, I felt like the krays...
Published 24th Jul 2016
| Edited 25th Jul 2016
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24th Jul 2016 1:55am
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24th Jul 2016 3:11am
Power comes from the oddest places... my very beat up first car got more respect on the roads than anything I've had since :)
25th Jul 2016 00:44am
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24th Jul 2016 10:18am
25th Jul 2016 00:47am
24th Jul 2016 11:44pm
sweepin up the discarded spirits/souls left behind.......
a'like Robt Johnson, like Elmore James, (&even that whiteboy Brit Peter Green)
"I'm gonna get up in the morning,
I believe I'll 'Dust My Broom' "
a'like Robt Johnson, like Elmore James, (&even that whiteboy Brit Peter Green)
"I'm gonna get up in the morning,
I believe I'll 'Dust My Broom' "
25th Jul 2016 00:51am
25th Jul 2016 2:19am
I find people also give way when facing an oncoming cripple in a chair - I still find it funny :-)
26th Jul 2016 3:12am
The unpredictability of cripples in chairs is legendary... zooming this way and that, tripping people up etc.
Pity a light-weight aluminium crutch doesn't have the same effect. The know too well if I beat them with it I wouldn't have a leg to stand on...
Pity a light-weight aluminium crutch doesn't have the same effect. The know too well if I beat them with it I wouldn't have a leg to stand on...
