away day
by uzwi
Very blue sky. Light rebroadcast into the room by the weird yellow facades of the buildings across the road. Shouts from the all-day drinkers in the bars down the hill. We could be anywhere in Tenerife, except for the temperature and the English newspapers scattered over the carpet. In fact it’s the Midlands. There’s tractor porn on the newsagent’s top shelves, shooting accessories in the ironmongers, and the gentle remains of Georgian town houses compete with the main street pet enterprises to see who’ll subside first. I quite like it. It’s nice.
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But you wouldn’t want to live there. . .
Tractor porn. Fab!
Vintage Tractor Monthly. That gets ’em going. Look at the size of those fucking rear wheels!
Oh, yes, especially when they’re covered in thick. . . clinging. . . oozy mud!
As long as it wasn’t things like “Country Smallholding” or “American Nurseryman.”
Some of that stuff’s seriously sick.