Holland Park

14Nov06

And another dawn breaks with the pain of blood like a red mist through fearsome night streets, a new day with all of yesterday’s newly awakened traumas and hung-over tears, banging on the door, embracing him, screeching like murder at the edge of the forest, tearing pages out of the book of sleep, dragging him from [...]

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Comedy

13Nov06

It’s history now, a scenario lost in time. Fatboy in a smart restaurant. Black tie, tux, smoking a cigar, perusing the menu. His date, a huge winged insect in a ball gown and costume pearls, sips a cocktail through a plastic straw. A waiter waits.
I’m cold. The whole room is cold and everything I touch [...]

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Daedalus

12Nov06

In half sleep I see the streetlamps on Constitution Hill glisten inside their frosted halos. I watch them swing softly in the crosswinds that waft the spirit of the sea up through the town and sweep the mysteries of heather and furze down from the low-lying hills.
 I breathe the rimy evening air, moist with soft rain, [...]

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A chill

12Nov06

The dream has no beginning or end and I always wake up at the same time: just before the door opens and the tall man is about to enter the room. The experience never lasts beyond this point. There is no continuation.
But it is the way with dreams that the dreamer is both actor and [...]

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A mayfly in the Regent Palace Hotel

09Nov06

I smile at my reflection in the flawed mirror as I shave. The eyes are the same eyes that stare back at me as a boy, now set in an older face. With my razor I trace the course of the scar – hardly visible now, just another fold of falling skin – through the [...]

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To be blessed

08Nov06

Three bar scenes, 2am lounge scenarios, backstage kitchen sink sets. Imported stench from the ghettos in perfumed candle or aerosol formats. A few blacks, spics, bubbles and micks around the place, strategically situated on bar-stools and banquettes, just to brighten up the setting and muddy the narrative, for the paradox that’s in it.
“You know that stumbling feeling?” Ted asks. [...]

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An old praejudicium

08Nov06

There is a noticeable curvature of her spine. Curvature is a nice word but it’s really not quite there yet. Over a period of time it hits home that nothing is ever as simple as it seems.
Anyway, Ms Curvature-of-the-spine, let’s call her Julie, is getting down to it with Ted Silversteen in the back of [...]

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A close approach

02Nov06

The Weird Metropolitan is an extremely unusual sandwich invented by Sergio Zacharini, the proprietor of an obscure London eatery called the Cafe Tina. It’s also the title of a novel in progress by Jon Hilltown. That’s me. I’m a regular patron of the cafe and one time secret lover of Tina Zacharini, the cafe owner’s [...]

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