All entries for Monday 17 January 2005
January 17, 2005
Буханка хлеба на колёсах. Мила. И невыразимо очаровательна.
I wish to race up and down Gibbet Hill Road in this car. I wish to have pedastrians staring at me, drivers shocked at me, dogs barking at me. That may sound a little bit attention seeking, but crossing all that out by pulling the windows back up I'll be safe in my own world. In this tiny little car that reminds me of a masterpiece of French bakery. It'll be warm and cosy. I wish… if only I could drive…