Memories spring up at strange times. I was driving Offsprog One to the storage place at the Hyde in Brighton and we went down a little street- I remembered going to a party in one of those houses 30 years ago.
The talking point was a huge stacked pyramid of tinned peas; every can was a different brand, and had a different picture on it.
The party-goers were divided in opinion, which made it a very successful talking point.
We stood in front of it.
"Pretentious rubbish!" snarled the pretentious amongst us.
"Weird" puzzled the 'straight' amongst us.
It had a fascinating presence; I wished I'd thought of it!
2 comments:
Michael Donaghy writes very movingly about the way memories pop up, do you know his poems? JX
better than an arrangement of bricks on the floor!
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