This blog describes my journey exploring storytelling - words, images and the sensations they generate. The lot, basically.

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Since you have been a bit slow on the responses. I will give you some more hints.

Actually there are a lot of people coming to buy... cigarettes from these people. Same pattern all the time. They take out a bundle of notes. Knock on the door. Hand the notes through the door. Door closes. They wait around. A minute later, the door opens and they get a golden box of Benson & Hedges cigarettes, and leave.

Judging by the thickness of that bundle of money changing hand for one box of cigarettes, those cigarettes are the most expensive EVER!

Anyway, drug dealing neighbours was not what were gonna talk about today.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

This is just a simple question I want to pose to you.

Why would a middle aged man knock on your door at 10 PM in the night, asking if this is 'here he can buy cigarettes?'

For you wannabe Sherlocks, I will add that he also said nervously, when faced with the stern face and the commanding height of the author, that he just heard, it was either here or number so and so.

My last clue: We live 2 streets away from a Tesco convenience store, which was still open at the time, as well as a multitude of kiosks and corner stores!

I will await the answer with great anticipation...