Friday, 29 April 2011
Thursday, 21 April 2011
At work I was involved in a discussion about the provenance of the eighties metal band, Saxon. John was wondering whether it was legitimate to claim them as a Huddersfield band because he’d heard they were originally from Denby Dale. Another colleague said he thought that although Denby Dale has a Huddersfield postcode, it falls under the administrative jurisdiction of Barnsley*. Another colleague said he was at school in Huddersfield with a member of the band’s nephew.
Tuesday, 19 April 2011
The sun has been shining. People are squinting up their eyes and shielding the screens of their phones at the bus stop. It's hot; I counted seventy-three discarded drinks containers on my way into work this morning. An average of one every thirty-four meters.
A teenage boy in T-shirt and tracksuit was running to the mosque at 6am.
Someone has written “HeRB” on the Mill Street post box.
The milkman's two young assistants were talking as they waited on the curb for the van.
“She asked for nine semi, I put twelve in and now she wants thirteen” said the short chubby white one.
“Why?” asked the short chubby black one.
“Because she’s a greedy bitch” said the white one.
I saw a man with a green 'Atari' T-shirt drop the cardboard packaging from his toy machine gun onto the pavement by the bench at the corner of John William Street — where the woman with the short skirt used to feed the pigeons.
Inside the motorcycle showrooms, a sales assistant was recommending a bike cleaning product to a customer.
"We had a leak from a can of it a while back and, when we'd cleaned it up, the floor was sparkling—white as snow. Amazing stuff."
"I think I'd better get some of that then" said the customer.
Sunday, 10 April 2011
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
I saw a man's brown lace-up Clarks shoe on the pavement outside the house with the ring of miniature standing stones on the lawn. The other of the pair was twenty yards down the road at the bus stop where the chubby goth boy was being chased by a wasp.