A "walk in the park," area

I've won new cards. Lots of them. "Special, valuable these are," we are told. I spend a day there, everybody wants it, none can have it.

At first, I wonder if the juiciest section of my cards, are these blocks. Typical! Eleven, count them, I've never seen anything like them, eleven 'first name never nevers' as we call them. I put rectangles around mine, with big asterisks. Eleven out of eighteen. I get one every four sheets usually. Sometimes two on one sheet. Usually means they've applied and were turned down for some reason, usually stupid mistakes, bad credit.

After a while I speak to a solitary passer-by; he lived there, thinks one is still there some 'old harry' I think he said. "Waiting a bungalow. Not going anywhere else."

The place is simply amazing. Just about each flat has at least one window broken. I count them, to see if there is at least one door I'm able to knock. Eleven 'first name never nevers, and another four on the next sheet.

Passer-by told me the way up. I saunter past it and wonder what would be "up the steps, round the outside."

I wander around the back looking for numbers. There's more of the same the other side, another block. More. I see over one side, a workman carrying boards for windows talking to someone. Later two geezers with dark coats, tight hair cuts, striding my way. On a mission, no doubt. I see big white letters in place of the white handkerchief, "COURTS." We smile, I think, "I'm cool - I've got a badge." They're not after me. "Amazing," I say. They nod. We look around in awe at the wastefulness, and depravity of mankind. I share the spectacle for a minute with the knuckleheads. "Amazing," I says, "I gotta knock these." Chuckles and giggles and guffaws. "Nobody here, any more, mate. Nobody, nomore" I read out the street name on my sheet, "that's over there, the houses." Oh, good. More of same the people who still live around here, I say. And head off, once more about my business. Knock, knock. From Telewest, can I come in a minute? Cheers. Sniff.

I discover the remnants of... the people who once lived in the flats. Here, a door which has had several letters stapled to it.

Courts, I had in my mind. Drugs says Amanda. I wonder, a price list? :-)

I wonder, this could be a door to hell.

I swap the cards today. One day's enough, lots would want them, they're special.

Scut for knobs, anybody, get 'em while they're hot.

I do well today, all triple plays, credit cards, direct debits - good customers, nice people, in four hours, knocking bungalows and semis. Missed the rain and home in time for the family, back from their cousins' Christening.

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A walk in the park

I take Bradley to the park with a loaf of bread, he walks down the grass, "Ack-acks... ack-acks-o... 'read." And patting his legs. I've got my back to the lake - I'm taking the pix. As we get close, they start heading our way, I don't notice, till one's at my legs, across the pond, getting out of the water, on the grass in front of us, we walk straight into a sea of geese. All geese point our way. "WhaAAAA." Shouts Bradley, at the top of his voice, hands, holding bread above his arms. Pick him up, and boot a path through the geese, to the other side of the lake, behind the fence. Got to watch your back there though, they sneak up behind you from around the side of the fence. As Bradley is keen to keep an eye out for, and squeals the alert, several times. This day a little boy, hanging around the entrance to the skittles shoos them away for us. And we give a few slices away to others there, gathered for the display.

Sometimes as I look down on Bradley, and think to when he stands at my height. He's so small. A tiny little man. Shaving, driving cars, climbing mountains. Amazing to be able to see someone grow up.

I think the first time Bradley takes the escalators up to Debinhams toy dept.

He finds the organ, and in the few moments before this shot, was lightly tapping the keys with one finger on each hand, looked like he was in a musical, about to start the intro to a song. And he sings into the mic too. Well, kinda doo-dooo-oooo.
Sorta musical even.
In a parental, dull-as-fuck way.

I have a MPEG off the camera too. Must sort these out, gonna need some more web space soon. The curse of broadband :-)

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