Tag Archives: clichés
A cliché walks into a bar …
Whippet-thin, the old man in a flat cap and raincoat treads his wary way across the red, pub-pattern carpet. Beneath the cap, his narrow face is pale, his cheeks cratered with dark hollows. The overall impression is grey, like the … Continue reading →
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out, Britain now & then, North east England
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Tagged Assam, bands, churches, clichés, Flat caps, leaf tea, lichen, moors, Pink Floyd, pubs, quarrying
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MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 