Saturday, October 06, 2012

yucca story late

In the sheltered garden next to  the hotel swimming pool is is this fine yucca.

Through a basement window a hand and iron and an ironing board. The beginning of a story. Or the end of one.

Outside a pub in The Pantiles an elderly man is sitting on a bench a half pint of beer in front of him. He greets two men who pass him on their way in."Hello boys," he says "late on parade!" It is 11.20 on a Saturday morning.

1 comment:

tristan said...

strangely, in certain neighbourhoods in portsmouth, being "on parade" means losing your temper in public