talk me home
Swansea 01/07/08: From the train station to the Framework Social, in 3 hours / 14 stories, through heavy rain. Starting at the station at 7.30pm. Following one rule: I can only walk if somebody walks with me and tells me a story.
From the train station to the corner of High Street and College Street:
a story about a flying car and a girl who doesn't get stagefright.
From College Street to Monkey Cafe:
a story about a party and a reunion.
From Monkey Cafe to Castle Square:
a story you all know.
From Castle Square to Mc Donald's:
a story about girls and girlfriends.
From Mc Donald's to Woolworths on Oxford Street:
a story about two crashes and one death.
From Woolworths to the Kingsway:
a story about a night in France and a soft-toy banana.
From the Kingsway to St Helen's Road between Nicholl Street and George Street:
a story about patience.
Along St Helen's Road to the corner of Richardson Street:
a story about being lonely.
Further along St Helen's Road to the South Wales Transport Centre:
a life story.
Further along St Helen's Road to Bryn-y-Mor Road:
a story about an ugly man and a magic flute.
A bit up Bryn-y-Mor Road:
a story about not knowing where you are.
Further up Bryn-y-Mor Road:
a story about good deeds.
Further up Bryn-y-Mor Road to Walter Road:
a story about a relationship between two people from different worlds.
From Walter Road to the Framework Social:
a story about giving advice to a fucker who doesn't deserve it.