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“A pile of bricks,
A dead cow.”
A raised eyebrow.
A trio of scouse ladies stop and chat; they’ve been to Blackpool for the week, using their bus passes. They ask what I’m doing and I tell them. One of them says something that sounds like “You want to be an artist.” I ask her to say it again because I’m not sure I heard her correctly, she ums and arghs, then says you “You want to be an artist.” I say I am an artist.
Of the variety of questions I’m first asked I try and do a Roy Walker ‘Say what you see’ and pass the buck back and most of the time people say tunnel. On a couple of occassions people have said bridge and that’s stumped me. I understand tent, wigwam, construction site etc. but bridge….
Remembering the lady who said it looks like a bee, or was it a wasp, colony collapse.
“You look like you’re havin’ pure fun.”
A fella says he’s been meaning to ask what I’m doing, people have been doing. I tell him there’s only been me doing and he say’s nah there was a half caste guy here the other day. I tell him that’s news to me.
Children having a go with the remote control digger. I watch them use the wire to pull the digger back rather than the reverse lever. So that’s something to be aware of, not that I can do much about it. The other thing is; whilst one child’s playing the other wants to play. Creative conflict. I’m in a shop buying re-chargeable batteries for the digger and one of the kids who’ve been playing with it says “There’s the artist.”
A young girl asked “Is that where you live?”. My immediate thought was ‘In the shop’ then thought she means in the tent tunnel wigwam ‘thing’.
Old school technology givin’ me a hard time. Trying to put a one hour loop of a sample from The Great Escape on to VHS to make an 8 hour tape but no joy. Maybe today.
I bought one of those trolleys car mechanics use for working under cars.
A Dad asked if he could buy a digger.
