Chris Pitts

England that was

David and Len walking home across the Beet fields, Constable could have painted them into that landscape. For every penny they earned, a pool of sweat on the ground. The 1950’s sun burning their necks, God help them, they didn’t know why they had to be there. Tied cottage, dead dark nights, candles burn low,

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Pro-Gabbling

(An exclusive club for those hungry for beauty) In the heights of English conversation there exists a repertoire of colour and nuanced beauty. Those who belong to this very exclusive club are library vampires, and they also haunt the halls of cloistered academia. Most of the time they are up their own arses, exploring the

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