Paul T.
Veteran
A brilliant collection, I think... a sequence of images that adds up to more than the sum of its parts; nearly every one has a little quirk that elevates it from the predictable.
Cardiff After Dark
Last time I was in Cardiff, I walked towards a pub about 30 yards behind another guy who looked not unlike me, ie not fat, slightly trendy, like he didn't belong round these parts. There was a bunch of guys slumped outside the pub, one of them in a vest, his belly stretched out so you couldn't see the top of his pants, bald, with a shiny, pasty face: "you f**kin' po**f" he yelled at the fella, with an anger I couldn't quite understand. I was with a mate, a gangly fella wearing a quirky vintage tweed suit. We decided we wouldn't go to the pub.
Cardiff After Dark
Last time I was in Cardiff, I walked towards a pub about 30 yards behind another guy who looked not unlike me, ie not fat, slightly trendy, like he didn't belong round these parts. There was a bunch of guys slumped outside the pub, one of them in a vest, his belly stretched out so you couldn't see the top of his pants, bald, with a shiny, pasty face: "you f**kin' po**f" he yelled at the fella, with an anger I couldn't quite understand. I was with a mate, a gangly fella wearing a quirky vintage tweed suit. We decided we wouldn't go to the pub.