Summer brings a Christmas of memories:
Mobile library, Shell petrol station, the slideaway, The rope, the camp, lollies, walking to Dalton, The suitcase prepared - In the event of nuclear warfare. At the windowsill, Reading the Tron novelization, Return of the Jedi soundtrack On the alarm clock cassette radio: ‘The Battle of Endor’ The smell of cut grass, sports day gone, Birthday to come, Going to bed and there’s daylight glowing from the ceiling. Thinking: Why can’t it be this way forever? And the cut grass answers: It’s gone.
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AuthorJohn Bleasdale is a writer. His work has appeared in The Guardian, The Independent, Il Manifesto, as well as CineVue.Com and theStudioExec.com. He has also written a number of plays, screenplays and novels. Archives
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