MobileMy heart vibrated. An incessant irritation in my chest.
Buzz, buzz, buzzing.
Like a queen bee on heat. Six calls from Rosie. Each one ignored. About fifteen text messages.
Ping! Ping! Ping!
Each one read, each one internalised, each one ignored. I should have probably switched it off but the attention was what I was holding on to. Feeling desired.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Don’t Answer.
Ping! Ping! Ping!
Wer R U?
I am just about to get off an overcrowded bus, which stinks of stale fags and booze. The unemployed, the disenfranchised, the socially diseased we are all here. Bonnie Prince Billy sings in my ears and I feel every pang of the man’s gut wrenching prose. Today is for suffrage and self-pity.
Ping! Ping! Ping!
CLEM, WER R U?
I am now flicking through the CDs in HMV. My moth
