

Partial Sea View
I'm lying in bed in our Brighton cottage, looking out to sea. Far out is one lone fishing boat with its light fluttering and flickering like the last gasp of a candle or a dying Tinkerbell starved of belief. It's like looking out into a distant century. What is there to catch in the English Channel now beyond turds and tampons? Where are we now when some of us are programming autobot spam for a living and some are trawling nets by gaslight. Phishing and fishing...


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They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. But I'd argue for a two-night lag. To start there's the London to Brighton drive accompanied by Leonard Cohen rather than Beyoncé, Then there's the strutting around a sauna with all eyes on me instead of you. There's the supper of Carrots a la Creme and of course there's listening to R4 all night ON A SPEAKER rather than strangling myself on my headphone cable. But then comes that point in the night when I'm full of these loud, dr