It must be five years ago now I started a piece entitled something like “Araf” after the Welsh word for slow painted on to so many of the tight bends of the roads around Snowdon. I was between jobs. Between two of the same jobs, underemployed with my first class honours degree, working in a Wilksons first in my home town and then in Scab City, my university town. I had organised a transfer. Or rather, since I was incapable of doing anything so proactive, so profound was my difficulty with concentration at the time, my manager organised it for me, trying no doubt to earn brownie points. And with a little time in hand I decided to go away with a friend, travelling in Betsy, my first car, a Toyota Corolla I had inherited from my Mum (I have since inherited my second, also Betsy, although not so emphatically, a Corolla identical but for the colour and its prepensity to rust, from my brother). Read the rest of this entry »
Jan 02