3 days and counting (well nearly)

Last post before Xmas - thankfully, aside from a tiny little bit of wrapping to do, I have got it all done and judging by how busy Manchester is / was last week-end, I think it was almost certainly for the best....

Hope you all have a happy Christmas.. Setting Sun will return again in January 2005 with lots more exciting interviews etc.. I am currently waiting for interviews back from Film School, Persil and Little Whores on the Prairie and am currently in the process now of setting up at least two more interviews for the New Year..

In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the enclosed piece called “Christmas Day (Early morning)….

Have fun

HAPPY CHRISTMAS

Andy N xx


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Christmas Day (Early Morning)

(For H)

Even the roads were quiet that night. The sky was crimson but had lines of blue and broken cloud hovering around the outside of it while the moon was hiding somewhere behind them lingering nervously like a frightened child.

Even the roads were silent that night – one or two of the streetlights had shorted out so the shadows instead of touching on my front door step were now completely swamped by it.

There was no shops open, no take aways, which would sometimes have queues of people waiting outside for their greasy chips or smudged peas.

No off licences selling out of date cans of lager or mouldy packs of sweets.

There was no trail of taxis lining up the streets, no pissed up teenager girls in ridiculous mini skirts and high heels that must cause them un-imaginable pain in every step they took and that was before they started drinking.

There was no neighbours screaming at children or telling them to get in for their bloody lunch, tea or whatever other reason.

Cars were deserted and some had mud dangling off the edge of their wheels.

There was no husbands taking their dogs for a walk across the old deserted park towards the old factory where their wives would have just finished working the late shift.

No movement or motion of action.

No desire or thought.

No laughter or sudden tears.

No life or aching memories.

The world still seems far away

And as I shut my curtains, I realise I still miss you….


(Copyright Andy N @ 2004)