A hustle & bustle at Barking Station - The Good Friday service runs once a year - today I met a northern artist called Rick Myers passing through London from Manchester to arrange a visa for his marriage in Massachusetts. One of his conceptual books is called Bite Marks on Paper . A friend of his once stopped his car at traffic lights and Mark E. Smith jumped in the back - Stockport! - so like Faustus has visa, every car is a cab. To not disillusion him he drove him there & next day found a palette of false teeth under the back seat. In the credit crunch of plastic he could not bite a receipt.
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