Lovely elegiac piece by my good friend Eddie Nuttall: nice mix of reflection, commitment, whimsy, observation, understanding, knowledge, polemic, love and acceptance.
Manchester’s huge loss, lucky South West; incoming, one real playworker…
“Pinning hope upon a child and it’s future is easier than finding a larger hope for the adult world itself.”
An hour passed slowly by as I leaned into the pebble dash wall of the NCP car park in central Bristol, cursing myself for arriving at the Megabus stopping point so near the boarding time that I would face being at the back of the queue and without shelter until my carriage finally decided to arrive.
It was another twenty minutes before I shuffled on to the second deck of the coach with two dozen other damp and muted travelers. The rain had fallen as a fine, insistent mist for over a day, occasionally swelling here and there to resemble the kind of spume that arrives at the base of a high waterfall, drenching anyone caught in its deluge. I had rarely felt dry for much of the…
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