Sunday, 8 June 2008
WHAT AN AFTERNOON W/OUT WI-FI DROVE ME TO
Since I left Caversham Primary School 13 years ago they seem to have painted targets on the playground. How considerate of them.
Legend:
A - We knew this woodchip-and-rubber over knuckles-and-concrete phase-in was bullshit, aged 9. Even in our peanut sized testicles the rumblings of New Labour cld be felt.
B - Here young Pico (year five) was voted chairman of the ANTI-BITHELL COALITION, an organisation that lasted approximately five hours, and that instilled my first doubts about anarchism.
C - Here Pico was kissed by Vicky Collins (who probably still denies it) in year six.
D - Here Pico was knocked to the dust.
---T---> - Here Pico aged, wet himself, learnt that sex is sacred, coveted propellors, snuck hits of vinegar into the toilet, played tongue ping-pong during prayer, and so forth.
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