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the stokes croftian: January 2006
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Tuesday, January 31, 2006. TATTING AT THE FLATS. I thought I might have some incident to report something more to say at the end of the month I hoped but ‘no’ as I come in at the top entrance to the flats there’s rubbish broken up and I remember earlier seeing two people riding away on their bikes after clearly tatting at the bottom way in. Tatting at the flats. I thought, ‘oi, fuck off, me and the rest of us who live here got first go at the thrown outs.’. Posted by alexhighrise @ 7:44 AM. And I said, ‘...
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the stokes croftian: October 2006
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Sunday, October 29, 2006. SOMERSAULTING IN THE PIT. Posted by alexhighrise @ 6:14 PM. DRINKING GROUP IN THE PIT. On the way back home from dropping daughter off I saw what has become an increasingly common sight in James Barton: a large group of drinkers in one of the partly bordered hexagons that sit between the central pedestrian walk space and the grassy areas in front of the barrier on the wall at the outer edge of the greater pit. Posted by alexhighrise @ 5:30 PM. DRINKING GANG IN THE PIT. If you wa...
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the stokes croftian: June 2006
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Thursday, June 29, 2006. Get away from me, go on fuck off all of you. I fucking hate you,’ she shouted. I looked out the window and saw people in the play area and standing on the bottom step of a flight facing up the hill. Then I saw a woman walking out left from behind the bush near the opening in the railings and over the road. She had long blonde hair was wearing white trainers, navy blue tracksuit bottoms and a short-sleeved England football shirt. Leave me alone or I’ll call the police,’ she shouted.
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the stokes croftian: March 2006
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Friday, March 31, 2006. Before I turned the corner I heard voices. One said, ‘thank you.’. When I turned the corner I saw two people heads close together sat in the subway opposite Debenhams. Spare any change, Guvnor? Anything will do,’ she said, ‘I’m six months pregnant, so anything will do.’. Oh, that’s okay,’ she said, ‘every little helps,’ me walking away, ‘thanks, man, nice one.’. The man, the one I saw fixing on the stairwell that time I told about, said, ‘evening.’. Thursday, March 30, 2006. I’d b...
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the stokes croftian: April 2006
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Saturday, April 29, 2006. Spoke to a man said, ‘hello,’ to me on the street, owns a property on Stokes Croft he’s applied to re-open a cafe’s been closed a few months. Asked me what I liked about the area and how I imagined it developing then said some of what he’d been thinking. I don’t know but his name’s on several walls and garage doors around here I’ve not seen it anywhere else.’. I saw a new one this morning somewhere but I can’t remember where.’. Posted by alexhighrise @ 12:13 AM. Often,’ I said.
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the stokes croftian: August 2006
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Tuesday, August 29, 2006. She said, ‘you want salad or peas with that? Peas thanks,’ I said. Oh, mushy, defiinitely.’. I don’t blame you and these are particularly good these ones,’ she said. Yes, the best I’ve had for a long time.’. Yes, I’m a big fan of mushy peas.’. Me too,' I said. ‘I can't wait.’. She wrote down my order on a small pad was next to the till in front of her. I went and sat down at the table in the corner. Posted by alexhighrise @ 11:52 PM. Sunday, August 27, 2006. This morning I said ...
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the stokes croftian: September 2006
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Saturday, September 30, 2006. You use this much? She said to me sat across the aisle of the train on it’s way to Severn Beach. Not really,’ I said. ‘You? As much as I can. Especially now with all that in Broadmead.’. Yes, it’s tricky, the traffic down there.’. I know,’ she said, ‘they change it all the time.’. Yeh, you don’t know which way to go.’. Not until you get there.’. That’s true,’ I said. It’s so bad it makes me think about not doing it anymore.’. I like it too much to give it up though.’. Lambri...
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the stokes croftian: February 2006
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Monday, February 27, 2006. I SAW A MOUSE. As I lay in bed drifting in and out of sleep I listened to the radio a man reading ‘Goldfish.’ Thought of going down town for a coffee but instead washed-up a few large plates and some cutlery. Last night me and two friends came out the pub and I saw a mouse running in the gutter then across the road. Look a mouse,’ I said, ‘I’m going to stamp on it.’. No don’t do that that’s horrible.’. I wouldn’t really.’. Well if you do I’m going to stop you.’. Down the outsid...
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the stokes croftian: July 2006
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Monday, July 31, 2006. THE POINT OF NO RETURN. Took the lift from halfway up. I heard voices and the note from down below and hoped it was people getting out not in. On the floor in the corner of the lift when it arrived and the door opened I saw an empty can of Rubicon soft drink, orange flavour if its colour was anything to go by. Crossing the rubicon is the point of no return, when you’ve done something you can’t undo, when it’s too late. Posted by alexhighrise @ 2:32 PM. Saturday, July 29, 2006.
