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Friday, July 17, 2009

Some long-lost uncle of grime

It's pissing down today. Absolutely teeming down. Frog's been out to Victor Maddern Park to walk through the arrangements for a poetry in the park event this summer. He comes back in absolutely sodden wet, his raincoat black with rain water and the brim has collapsed on his Yorkshire Seamen's Mission ushanka.

Voice from the stalls:

"Bloody hell! Are we doing Chekov?"


:: Wendy :: said...

My father grew up in the Finnish seamens mission. He tortured me with Sibelius during my formative years. Now I love getting saoked in a downpour. Those seamen are cunning.

Kevin Musgrove said...

We'll send you some rain down.