I take photos.
I write a lot, but only occasionally here.
Moving to Caledonian Road
“No, it’s on Caledonian Road. It’s not got a number on it, you’ll have to find the shop that sells bongs, just up from the Tibetan Buddhist centre. If the head shop’s closed, look for the shutters with “Fuck you” spray-painted on them. It’s the blue door to the right. If you get to the big prison, you’ve gone too far.”
A spoon carver’s Progress
If I were gracious, I’d call it asymmetrical. But, really, it’s lopsided. The walls are thick, clunky. Neither the shape nor lines of the handle inspire grace.
I carve spoons with axes.
Blade-work starts after the spoon blank is close to its final shape. Then, I use a hook-knife to hollow out the bowl.