Blue glass sky with Cumulus clouds Swifts Skimming screaming Chasing Yellow traffic warden watching ticketing Slipping notes
Standing waiting on Llandaf High Street
Sound of bicycle breaks
Smell of after-shave from man running to cash point machine on other side of the roadPiercing alarm from somewhere close. Stopped
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This time I stood there for longer. The full text is on ArcadeCardiff blog
This is additional texts from the cafe:
White chairs and tables, white teapot, white milk jug, white cup and saucer, white pot for sugar; sugar in red and white tube wrappers.
Reflecting: I had wanted to stand down the hill from the post box not up the hill, where I had stood before, but that would have placed me outside the card and toy shop that sells scented candle stuff…it seeps out into the pavement area; not quite as dense as Lush, but more than I would like to hang about in. The writing has left my right hand, still [after meander through Spar and the flower and gift shop ordering lunch, pouring tea] a bit numb at finger and thumb tips, with pain up my arm and under, then up my neck to my head. I was using the best pen for the job: Stabilo Easy Pen. It’s so much easier writing at a table.
Tickityticketytick I’ll just text the girls. Squeak of a cupboard or something, door; crockery being stacked, cutlery being moved, A radio – talking, just beyond distinguishing words. Do you want any sauces ladies? Mayo? She hasn’t got a Welsh accent. She basically grew up coffee machine noise she then went to hot milk machine BBC Radio Wales hot milk machine noise gets thicker, denser network hiss hum a really hard hitting story. Thank you.
One of the Thomas Kent Clocks for sale is at a tilt in this immaculate white and eau de nil room. Crunch crunch crunch: a man who has just walked in sorts out the small Joe’s ice-cream freezer; a pale turquoise and white freezer that fits the colour scheme. They’re in the bottom. A very pretty, 4ft maybe, artificial Christmas tree sits beside it, the branches are sparse and larch like.
That’s 3.90 please. What do you think isn’t it funny or microwave open shut and set with lots of peeping. Crockery and cutlery. A chair is carefully pulled away from a table. Except at election time. Milk froth noise and microwave hum. I did my degree on how the same stories are reported in different papers. Guardian and Telegraphs… I used my English degree. Can I get you anything? English language was quite mathematical, a lot of syntax. Cutlery stacked Roehampton click clatter how was journalist? you probably did your research. I’ll tell work to tell her to come in. Can you imagine though? Ah there we are, endless letters.
Someone is walking down the wooden stairs, cluck cluck of heels as she walks through the café to the door, beebo clunk clunk. She is wearing a purple jumper. The one on the train with the addiction to heroin. There was an anorexic one too. Similar territory interweaving a far right politician. Yes I’ve seen that. It only works because of him; I don’t think it was a particularly well made documentary. I like it when he first walks over and says so you are the interviewer. It was an extraordinary conversation. I wanted to do the research. Beebo of door, the woman in the purple jumper comes in goes to the counter then out again beebo
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