Your writer recalls a house clearance job many moons back in Clanricarde Garden, a street within throwing up distance of Kensington Palace. The rooms at the top of seven flights of stairs was packed with magazines. A maze. And at the end a soiled mattress propped up on back copies of Escort and assorted jazz mags. A hard-day’s work enlivened by myself and my fellow drone leaving a magazine on the third floor landing and turning the page on each visit. With a ruler…
Jazz Mags
January 9, 2009
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