15 January 2011

Photos by Alice



An 83 year old lady went on holiday to Gibraltar with her middle-aged son who has Downs syndrome. She went to the casino, gambled like there was no tomorrow, and they disco-danced together. That night she had an asthma attack, was able to call for help, then died. I think this is the way to go. It was the night of September 10th, 2001.



I am back on the 236. I love this route. Through Finsbury Park, Stoke Newington, London Fields. I love to go to Yasar Halim in Green Lanes, buy pastries and bread stuffed with spinach, or feta, or sesame paste, go get the bus and and eat from my paper bag all the way home. A satisfying kind of queasy. Heady.

3 comments:

Ma said...

Jackson Pollack meets a present day Turner - well done Alice with photos, esp the one with the snow in London. Proof that is does snow in London and isn't made up by the BBC to wind up Northerners.

anna said...

Aren't they beautiful. However, I think it may be a snow scene in Edinburgh...

Ma said...

Ah, snow in Edinburgh - they had huge amounts of it as befits a northern city. Still beautiful. Is Jackson's name Pollack or Pollock?