“It looks like a tent.”
“Have you been here all night?”
“Are you selling Hazard signs?”
“What’s it going to be?” “An art exhibition” “An art exhibition! There’s enough art in Preston already.” “Where?” I asked as she carried on walking. I guess people who ask you questions whilst they keep on walking aren’t really interested in having a conversation, just an answer to the question. This was particularly interesting because of Fiona Flynns letter in this months a-n. The difference here being Preston, as compared with, London. Preston has The Harris and PAD.
Another passer-by wanting to buy the worlds? End of august mate.
“You’re weird” says the girl walking past, I ask why, no answer. She walks past again and says the same thing. I think about saying “You’re stupid/thick/ugly” but what’s the point? I’d honestly actually prefer her to be able to articulate the reason why she thinks its OK to tell a stranger they’re weird but…..
“Is it going to be a big wasp?”
