Driving back in the red Peugeot this morning from gentle Wareham, I listened to David Lynch's The Big Dream -
The strange songs, with their pulsing feverish drums, their delirious guitars, suited my mood exactly -
This music, I thought, came from a beautiful, terrifying, place -
I'd had a small cappuccino in The Salt Pig - a few members of the crossword gang were there -
I felt relaxed and glowing after my time in the gym -
The Bosnian Big Issue Lady had asked after Anne -
An empty hearse went down West Street -
The headline of The Independent had read - America's day of shame -
Star dream girl drowned out the hissing of reptiles -
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December 10 2014
The Old School House
East Stoke
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