The front door slammed and interrupted my avid data entry. As I looked up I saw him standing in the doorway and I knew I remembered him. Here was something good, something lovely perhaps. A thing which had been here before.
Barked commands emanate in a strong East coast accent from the common room next door.
I’ve been blind taste testing S01E01’s again, fresh from the new TV schedule.
And I mean that literally. He picks up the boxes of my possessions and transports them to my next destination.
Just before I left Brighton, during another move, I realised this man Bart, is privy to some of my most significant moments in recent years.
In fact, I remember all my men-with-vens.