Filling in the gaps
On the coach from Birmingham( National Express) to Sheffield the girl behind me is empty. All she cares about it a status upset. How she's afraid of falling out with some one who hasn't read the update who must be shit for brains. Talking talking. 2 hours nearly. I could take her phone and smash it into a million little pieces and her too. On the way to Leeds briefly, to see Ben at Piazza by Anthony in the Corn Exchange. And then back. My ear has vanished. Or so it seems. Not a happy circumstance really, but must plod on. Only 2 Commis chef roles: nothing for me there then. Shame. Keep trying. My grand-dad James Sherburn sent my father 5 woodbines for his 21st. When they arrived: he was in Korea(1954), they all fell to pieces as it took so long to arrive (the war was over). I find now that the fob and chain I'd always been led to believe was my great-grandad's was actually stolen by my father from an previous employer when he thought he wouldn't miss...