incriminating evidence is found in the loft of the bathroom on the second floor. the cops are called in to examine the cigarette packets, credit cards and empty bottles of alcohol. in the wings, old stories of strange goings on in the evenings – on terraces and in locked doors are whispered amongst the staff (and doubtless amidst the students) – of times gone by when the world was seamier and darker. nowadays, its all lovers cuddling in the corridors and skipping and hopping in the canteen. sometimes i catch myself longing for those more terrible and traumatic times- and i catch myself before i get carried away. thank god for the newer, simpler, more innocent world in spite of the occasional police investigations.
car music – kanye west : “college dropout” hip hop that i seem to suddenly dig. spiritual, funky and surprisingly moving. ‘jesus walks’ had me dancing in my seat.
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