One midsummer day I was leaning into an involved conversation with an abstract artist (of moderate fame) who, for no apparent reason, said to me in an intriguing manner…
“…you should write a book…”
The conversation was slightly fuelled by a prelunch intake of cold refreshing cider in an ancient, smoke filled country pub. So I completely [...]
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Penfold…
...proudly sporting a ridiculous mini-mal I marched boldly from the surf shop.
Stopping briefly to hand my spectacles to a passer-by I stumbled blindly into the sea...
