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Waterloo

The West of England line rattles with grimy carriages – decorated with paint splatters and torn newspapers. Across the Solent clattering its irregular rhythm that no one can follow. The Kent Coast carries the scent of the sea – honking … Continue reading

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Compulsory Training

His belly bulges between his shirt and trousers. The overheads are in italicised Times Roman. He’s an ineffectual event, pointing at things we cannot see in a void above the projector. His foreshortened tie is crooked between his gull-wing collar. … Continue reading

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