Andy Smith

WOW! Denim!

It is an utter delight to park a vehicle here

To call it a park really is a stretch. A literal description would be a stretch of grass that surely is bound to be built on by some pent-up monopolists who’ll add to the neverending influx of gentrification Stirchley is besieged with

Never a merrier square of cordoned space to find safe residence for my precious wheels. They spin and spin as we sink further into sin held closely by tarmac devils and pedestrian curfews. Here I felt older, tethered to a life gone by when the only digits were beamed into the sky