'It felt like they had reached the top of a mountain. The surrounding flatness meant they could see for miles. All topped with a searing blue. Colours were everywhere and autumn was standing proud amongst the debris of summer' - "Socrates"
'The pharmacy door swished open at his touch, leaving the briskness of outside where it was. He felt cocooned in this sweet smelling room, full of whiteness and boxed remedies. Amongst all this ammunition and weaponry, waiting to fight for life.' - "Pandora's Jar"
Ian writes with one eye on the turntable and the other on the truth. Influences include Paul Auster, Graham Greene, Paul Heaton, Paul Weller and Gil Scott-Heron. He can sometimes be found in France.
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