You Blew Smoke Into Our Eyes

BY GRAHAM CUNNINGHAM Some of us appear to have forgot that the train service has stopped else why are we all stood here waiting like a bunch of goons? Soon they’ll be pulling up the tracks and when Mr Henry gets the sack the grass will grow and the whole place will return unto the dunes. Choo choo train where have you gone now don’t … Continue reading You Blew Smoke Into Our Eyes