Walking farther and farther into the depths of the old city and its darkened streets my senses tried desperately to cling to something they understood. Anything. But as we lost our selves to a rambling stream of watchful faces, frenzied traffic of people, bikes, carts and cattle, I soon found myself rendered motionless. Resigned to the notion that whatever this was, whatever I saw or felt in this moment it could never be captured in a photograph. Nor could such image compare
“I had to take your father to hospital last night, I was so worried. They said he should stay in until he sees a consultant. When I went back to see him this morning he was sat up in bed like King Farouk on his Holiday. According to him there was nothing wrong, he didn’t know why they were keeping him in there. But you know what you're fathers like, he was high spirits winding everyone up as usual. He can’t behave see”. Pearl I can still see it now, almost thirty years later.
“Why is it when you have a puncture the wheel is always flat at the bottom? It’s never flat at the top, its odd isn’t it”. Prince Life for most you can be sure is an endless quest for answers; an infinite series of events shrouded in the what’s why’s when’s and where’s. While some look to god, some seek a friend, and while some search their heart or their mind, some you will find scouring desperately at the bottom of the bottle. And although there are those who claim to care
“I got back to the Bridge one night I still had two shoes on but one sock missing. How the fuck does that happen. Me and Dai had been drinking in the Smiths all day, then about eight o’clock we walked back through the fields to the Bridge. When we got there I said to Dai, “I’ve got a fucking sock missing here”. I’d had about thirty Pints of Guinness mind, but I was tidy you know. And these were boots, with laces right to the top, so I couldn’t take them off without a fuss, an