Author Archives: Ed Medley
between romps, adventures, clatter come as leafly rustles
at first glance a wall but a visage lovelier for weathered sculpture beyond the surface freshness – shadows and depth beguile and confuse
In 1967 I worked part-time as a Special Effects helper on a TV game show at the Beeb – the BBC, or British Broadcasting Corporation – where I saw crosswords and heard cross words.
Browsing through the March pages in my 1986 diary, I found a tasty entry. I had just finished a horrible job at Bandar-e-Taheri, on the Persian Gulf, in Iran. I was there to supervise drilling exploration for a proposed oil … Continue reading
blue me, wandering beside blue canal – I laugh at a hawsered laundry of bicycles: bicycles everywhere; stacked, leaning, piled, jumbled in scrums yet these two, almost kissing a chaste synapse separating blue and red: red lights, not chaste, yet separated … Continue reading
“4-6-2!”.”4-4-4!” “Little sod! Bugger off!”. These expressions still chuff in my ears 50 or so years after I first heard them, as a trainspotter.