Sinister: randy toads,black smoke and phil mitchell....

[Desmond Torpey]

hello there....
...well i should be in college i suppose..but
hey...its the last day of term and i have no games to
bring in... :)
...i suppose i had a kind of spirit ditch too
yesterday...it took a detour while on my way to buy
cigarettes yesterday evening and walked all around the
little places i used to go when i was younger...all
the little bushes and holes that you forget when you
stop playing around in the mud on lighter evenings...i
think you can probably see where this is going....i
got to this lake called plumbers pit (no,i have no
idea why it is called this...perhaps plumbers stood in
a big hole in days of yore and dicussed
plungers)...but unsuprisingly it wasnt a lake
anymore....not that it had been concreted over or
anything...but it now just seemed like a bigger than
average pond...as a child this thing was huge,the
biggest notable landmark until at least the post
office....i know these are cliches but its true that
we climbed trees,looked for randy toads, fished and
generally mucked about down there...admittidley it
wasnt all golden summer evenings and cherub-like
schoolkids with catapults....as i got older it became
a bountiful hunting ground for pervy twelve year olds
looking for discarded 'specialist' magazines and many
a minor act of arson and vandalism was commited around
its waters...on cold evenings you could go and warm
yourself on the acrid black smoke of a plastics
fire..you just had to watch out for aerosol can
explosions....but i never notcied the ugly great
factories that towered over the trees...and i never
realised that the whole bloody place wasnt a natural
lake at all...it was just a gravel pit filled in so
people moving into new houses after the war would have
somwhere to go on a sunday afternoon..i'm guessing a
bit here but the trees looked just a little tooo
perfectly arranged to be naturally grown....there were
still fishing spots there but i'm 75% there were no
fish left....so i just sat down and smoked and turned
up my walkman to drown out the rumble of the next door
industrial estate and felt generally shit...i suppose
its going to be the same for every kid that grows up
around it...it'll seem huge and exciting until you
reach a certain age and forget how to be a kid
anymore...i suppose i should have known really..i
hadnt been there for a good couple of years and i knew
it wouldnt look quite as big and interesting
anymore...but it just kind of got to me....how i lost
*it* so quickly...how i can never look at anything in
the same way as i used to....these are probably
obvious things i'm saying and these all comes across
as pretentious guff....but i had to write it
down.....ah bollocks...i was feeling better this
morning too....
ta ta....

PS: i got home in time to see who shot phil
mitchell..what a dissapointment it was...i was
convinced it was big ron.... 

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