The Priory Road Diaspora

Now that the Landlady is moving south of the river, and the Priory Road wannabe-B&B has been left to the tender mercies of the foxes, squirrels and other fauna of West Hampstead (including that nice orange fluffy cat), let us look back tearfully on the days when the rent was less than £310 a week and we slumbered through the rattle and squeak of the world's most loquacious fridge.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Time and matter


To inject a bit of homely temporality into our virtual reality, I'm sharing with you, my esteemed guests, the roses which Diaphanous Flatmate gave me upon her departure. Inspired by that film installation at the Tate which shows the fruit rotting, I intend to take a series of photos of the flowers as they wither, and post them here, until I can stand it no more and have to bin 'em. Mould aversion therapy!
Time is running out to find a pseudonym for new flatmate - minus 8 days and counting. I'm thinking of something along the lines of Beardy Flatmate, but only if he has a beard these days.

posted by Smokey @ 9/07/2005 02:37:00 am

1 Comments:

At 07 September, 2005 09:17, Blogger Carol O'Sullivan said...

Nice - it can be a countdown to the arrival of new and (we hope)feckful flatmate (who might be slightly taken aback by rotting flowers about the place?) If you change the water periodically does it count as cheating?

 

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