Brighton Bradbury
Lorraine and I both hard at work this morning. Me in the closing stages of the Doppelganger piece, and Lorraine preparing for her interview which is 9:00am tomorrow. Also discovered another surviving neon and saved this. The neon massacre took four souls. Of the two survivors one looks as if it might pop its flippers at any moment.
Off to the Shakespeare's Head for a quick bite of lunch and a chat with Matt and John. Prompted by Lorraine, Matt and I may do more of This concert will fall in love with you around Valentines Day. I have a feeling next year is going to be rather busy.
After Lorraine left for home clutching surviving neons and to do more prep for tomorrow, I was left feeling rather antsy. Walked down to the sea and a stroll on the pier. Chilly and it being a Sunday night the funfair was closed. Dark with a full moon above and I enjoyed ghosting about by the ranks of parked dodgems, the closed Haunted House, rollercoaster and so on. I saw a figure with moonlight glinting on him and it turned out to be a lifesize plastic cowboy by the bucking bronco ride. The sea very still and hanging over the pier near Ivor's Tarot waggon, there was a patch of reflected moonlight, beautiful, slightly creepy and very Ray Bradburyish.
Below the pier on a cold November Sunday night. A shark, fragile cows, the sinister cowboy, a black marriage, Ivor's tarot, moon and seafront reflections. I kept thinking of Ray Bradbury.
Lorraine and I both hard at work this morning. Me in the closing stages of the Doppelganger piece, and Lorraine preparing for her interview which is 9:00am tomorrow. Also discovered another surviving neon and saved this. The neon massacre took four souls. Of the two survivors one looks as if it might pop its flippers at any moment.
Off to the Shakespeare's Head for a quick bite of lunch and a chat with Matt and John. Prompted by Lorraine, Matt and I may do more of This concert will fall in love with you around Valentines Day. I have a feeling next year is going to be rather busy.
After Lorraine left for home clutching surviving neons and to do more prep for tomorrow, I was left feeling rather antsy. Walked down to the sea and a stroll on the pier. Chilly and it being a Sunday night the funfair was closed. Dark with a full moon above and I enjoyed ghosting about by the ranks of parked dodgems, the closed Haunted House, rollercoaster and so on. I saw a figure with moonlight glinting on him and it turned out to be a lifesize plastic cowboy by the bucking bronco ride. The sea very still and hanging over the pier near Ivor's Tarot waggon, there was a patch of reflected moonlight, beautiful, slightly creepy and very Ray Bradburyish.
Below the pier on a cold November Sunday night. A shark, fragile cows, the sinister cowboy, a black marriage, Ivor's tarot, moon and seafront reflections. I kept thinking of Ray Bradbury.
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