fridge magnets
Whilst working in Luxembourg, I promised a Glaswegian colleague that, when I toured new cities, I'd buy him fridge magnets to give his mother. I believe his purpose was benign; I'd have reconsidered had he said she'd a pacemaker, or weak floorboards and nasty neighbours beneath.
I consistently promised, but consistently failed to deliver. I remembered once, at Watford Gap. I imagined his mother's reaction. "Oh." She'd say, "Nice". She'd borrow the neighbour’s Afghan Hound. "It must have got caught in Pong's hair", she'd lie.
january 2007
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