The end is coming very soon. That is, the end of my commuting. That is, the end of my regular commuting days on trains. Instead of catching the 07:37 slow – slow because my back kicks me if I stand on the crowded fasts, rammed whilst the London Bridge works go on (and on) – instead of that in January 2016 I move to work in my home town, Sevenoaks.
What will happen to my writing? I don’t know. First of all, I’m going to take to coffee shops and public benches. But my stranger-friends, the tough sardine-tin commuters, will all have gone.
Meanwhile I’ve uploaded a number of new poems that include On the District Line One First of July, Katz, Greek Street and On Bidding for the Reconstruction of Glasgow School of Art. Eclectic, eh? I hope you enjoy them. Oh, and I’ve spotted that a couple need attention because they have somehow got chopped in the transfer, such as ‘Watching You’ and a couple of others. Sorry about that…