Ah Luka, i've always loved your beautifully poetic examinations of the streets of London. The graffiti, the birds, the strange gestures and behaviour of unexpressive residents. Always brings a smile to my face. You are truly a great poet.
I also very much enjoyed the many happy hours of listening to your pirate tapes that you sent my brother Keith. I (we) truly appreciated them to great length. Along with a liberal sprinkling of Can and Lamonte Young, they were our soundtrack to 2003.
Yesterday i noticed a strange looking old lady tearing the bark off a paper tree and stuffing it into a plastic bag, with a odd expression on her face to match.