BOX IT UP - ANOTHER U.K. XMAS

Artificial intelligence – I expect she needs me – Roy and his tears in the rain, though these might all have dried up – 5000 queue up to fight outside Next on sale day one – a pair of suede brothel creepers – windows rattle in their jambs for the night of hail and rain – Magnificent 7 t-shirts and tequila slammers – The Quizmaster in his element – tea at The Ritz and the rock and roll dexterity of a black cab through London to see the lights before home – puke on a railway station platform -

23/12/06 - BBC Radio shortlist my script ‘In The Company Of Giants’ for the Alfred Bradley Bursary Award (more on the 15^th January) –

Stopping early evening, the motor warmed, at Warrington Services off M6 south Manchester – frightening: armoury of race hate and forgotten souls designed like a mini-housing estate not motorway services by the name of Poplar 2000 (where did the ‘u’ go?) – a five cowboy sculpture designed in semi-circle looms out of halogen darkness, ten-gallon silhouettes without amenable features, just attempts at eyes and mouths – why they there? – is this frontier territory, recently pioneered land? Do they move? – the bright bright shop is full of yuletide fakery: snow, tinsel, a plastic snowman on the till counter and two heavily overweight assistants in Santa hats watching over the sweets and coloured drinks and the rows and rows of porn mags some in black plastic wraps other plain to see for e.g: Euro Filth, it’s rounded font in cheap vivid green bordered neon yellow (glow in the dark?) – perfect placement for truckers and long-haul businessmen staying in the nearby Travel Lodge night alone, because the pay-for-view porn in there ain’t up to squat – And the public toilets, ones to avoid even with Virgil holding your hand – clean enough in a disinfected way as you enter, but the racist graffiti is almost demonic in it’s hatred and stupidity; the cubicles are covered in it, black marker on doors, paper dispensers, toilets seats, even on a urine-stained tile on the floor and all aimed at Muslims – insults of the worst kind, showing the perpetrator’s base level of intelligence, prime ignorance , even to the point of defacing Hillsborough Disaster Justice Campaign stickers that have been stuck on one cubicle door and have been used as just another surface for hatred, altering history to suit prejudice – when I hear voices in another cubicle, I get out of there; whoever wrote this shit is likely to take offence at my mixed blood -