Monday, August 18, 2008
Our New Photo Roman
Well, as I remember it - there was a hurried breakfast in a melancholy greasy spoon.
I think there was a girl in a red dress too. Maybe! I don't remember now.
There was a man at work for some arty gallery getting £6 per hour. I told him it was a 'rip' but he just shrugged.
I think the guy I was set on was this guy with the newspaper. He was hiding by using the best method - standing out from the crowd.
I ran down the stairs but I lost him by the shops. All that glare and products.
I guess I got confused. Win some, lose some. At least the fry-up was good.