Rules Exist to be Broken

I’M sitting on my allotment in the darkness by a glowing pile of embers that were last year’s pea sticks. The night is still and cool. There are no sounds except the crackling of dying flames and the distant rumble of traffic on the A1. My wife is asleep in a canvas chair. I think we’ve had too much to drink. Soon I’ll be stoking the fire with my P45 . . . so I think it’s time to get angry. GO TO FEET FIRST TO CONTINUE.

About McFadzean

Alen McFadzean, journalist, formerly of the Northern Echo, in Darlington, and the North-West Evening Mail, Barrow. Former shipyard electrician. Former quarryman and tunneller. Climbs mountains and runs long distances to make life harder. Gravitates to the left in politics just to make life harder still. Now lives in Orgiva, Spain.
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