I never lie,I protested.
But can I believe that? You don’t look so innocent to me
That may be because I am a hooker.
A truthful hooker
And what are you? A man of virtue paying for a woman.
I’m looking for material for a book.
I thought they were written on paper.
Blimey,I thought I was on the spectrum
No, it’s my sofa bed, so handy for my job
Why not train for something?
Aha, go to University?
Don’t mock me
I see you are no masochist
No man has kissed, that is true
How mean! They might be kinder.
What , in this post modern era
I can’t hear anything
Do you mean anyone?
What do you mean?
I can’t express it in words.
But you seem so bright.
It’s just like I swallowed Wikipedia
That is hard to digest
Well,it gives me a chance to learn by reading it when men are in bed with me
Do they not mind?
It’s my mind!
But it’s in your body
Whereabouts?
That’s like asking where God is
Make a start by asking where God is not.
He’s not in Britain.That’s not hard to see
But would we recognise him?
I can’t imagine it.
But he can
Is that true?
Would I lie?
She threw his ashes off the old bridge in Ponders End at exactly 3.15 p.m by her gold watch with its quartz battery
Thank God, that’s over, she thought but hell, she saw a police car drawing up
Excuse us,Madam the taller blonde one said carefully
What now? she snarled with fire on her cheeks that was partly Boots own brand of blusher Red Glory Creme Blush (£3.99)
The mortuary got the ashes mixed up and your husband is still there in his birthday suit
You mean after I’ve just paid £2,00 pounds to the Co-op Funeral Parlour to cremate him
Just give us the casket back and we will pay for re-burial.That is the ashes of a murder victim unrelated to you,we believe
As she looked down she could see the casket stuck between 2 huge rotting bags of Flour from the nearby antedeluvian Wright’s Flour Mill by the River when at the Indistrial Revolution we began to use water power instead of horse power
She pointed to it her face red and angry with more fury than seemed human or even satanic
The policeman took out a Warrant on his credit card
We are arresting you for fly tipping in a place of unnatural ugliness
But how did you know where to find me? she whispered fearfully
That’s what they all say, he murmured.
This is where all the hated relatives of the widow are flung,;in your case it is your husband or so you believed
No, he was not.We never got married legally
We’ll see what we can find, but in any case choking a man to death in A and E is no accident.You should do it at home if you have to
Next time I’ll do it in the Cardiac Unit, she said wisely
.And I plan to marry a woman as soon as I can.
As they took her away, her purple velvet coat opened to reveal she was wearing nothing but her silked underwear in light cerulean blue.Make sure your coat has buttons that fasten in future
Oh, I should have listened to Mother.I would have felt better in a woollen vest especially in jail.
Will they give me some clothes?
Stephen King: There are all sorts of theories and ideas about what constitutes a good opening line. It’s tricky thing, and tough to talk about because I don’t think conceptually while I work on a first draft — I just write. To get scientific about it is a little like trying to catch moonbeams in a jar.
But there’s one thing I’m sure about. An opening line should invite the reader to begin the story. It should say: Listen. Come in here. You want to know about this.
How can a writer extend an appealing invitation — one that’s difficult, even, to refuse?
We’ve all heard the advice writing teachers give: Open a book in the middle of a dramatic or compelling situation, because right away you engage the reader’s interest. This is what we call a “hook,” and it’s true, to a point. This sentence from James M. Cain’s The Postman Always Rings Twice certainly plunges you into a specific time and place, just as something is happening:
I went into the Jesuit Church each day
But I was not there to praise nor there to pray
I hate you,God,I said inside my heart
From this holy place I shall depart.
But God was not made angry by my rage
He stayed quite silent, almost unengaged
So I went there more often and declared
That for his lack of help, he was despised
Then I went to other churches too
Repeating my performance in a few
Unsatisfied and broken by despair
As a pray-er I was of love bare.
But God reveals his love in other forms
He whispers while the world is lashed by storms
The doctor tells me I’ve got cancer
It’s not urgent he told me today
There are thousands of people all waiting
Is chemo on sale at Ebay?
Our shopping list would be longer
What with radiation , the lasers and knives
But men could lie down in the car park
Leaving the work to their wives
They give you a leaflet on carving
And removing the moles from your arms
It’s not clear about stopping the bleeding
We might die there and then from alarm
To get more radiation than normal
Walk nude in the sun at midday
It will help men who like to be prostrate
But give melanomas more chance to display
Brexit has caused nervous breakdowns
But stitch yourself up with this wool
Cancer is now the new normal
As the hospitals are always full
The oven won’t light and the fridge won’t shut
To think I voted Democrat
The eggs went off and the bacon rhymed
The milkman got here just in time
The freezer is jammed and I need the peas
At least the cat ain’t got no fleas
I always voted for the Right
To be a human parasite
But now we’ve got a crazy man
Where have I put my copper pan?
I lost the lids and burned the plates
I’m wondering how to emigrate
But you can’t beat Satan as he flies
To sites all numbered by his spies
I can’t make the dinner and my wife is ill
Should she stop those yellow pills?
I suppose I’d learn if I were young
I am 95 this Spring
I’m off to buy some ready meals
Otherwise it’s tins of gruel
I can’t make puddings or even cakes
I fear I’ll make a bad mistake
Women know when they are born
How to put cream in a horn
They know how to make a sausage roll
Down the hill into the Croal
From Spion Cop we saw it run
Faster than an horizon
Men can’t even grate the cheese
Yet they know just how to please.
When you open your fresh food or freezer door, warm air rushes inside. When you close the door, all the warm air rushes to the evaporator, which in turn causes a vacuum. If you close one of the doors but then need to open one again, the vacuum makes the doors will be hard to open for about 10 to 15 seconds after closing .Once the air equalizes, the door will open as normal again.
If your doors are always hard to open:
Try rubbing paraffin wax or petroleum jelly along the edges of the entire gasket. Paraffin wax is used for canning and is safe for use around food.
Do not use candle wax as it may contain chemicals that are not safe for use around food.
If you have weak hands a fridge with a D type handle is better but they are not made frequently
There are small table top fridges that are lighter so maybe the door is easier to pull open.
If you have someone else living with you they can use the big fridge and put milk etc into the little one for you/the disabled person
Some food can be kept in a cool place in the kitchen… eggs,milk,butter.
Any other ideas welcome.Do not say: move to Finland much as I love the Swans of Tuenela anf their families
The fallen sun makes black the trees that lean
Its liquid centre thrown up wild and bright
Enigmatic like a midday dream
The pinky edges shift in sun’s bent beams
Do they convey the aura of the light? The fallen sun makes black the trees that lean
I wonder where my haunted eyes have been
In the forests deeper than the night Enigmatic like a midday dream
Schizoid, lacking affect, a slit scream
Destroying what is left of love and sight The fallen sun makes black the trees that lean
Here we saw wild primrose by the stream
The castle of the Tudors soft in blight Enigmatic like a midday dream
Bewildered people kill their own insight
Toss their fears , into the weak to bite
The failing sun as pure as boiling screams
Enigmatic are our midnight dreams
The season alters imperceptibly; No point exact which demonstrates the turn. Yet soon come changes which our eyes can see Leaves dry and crack, the acers seem to burn.
And so it is with human beings too. Each day our loved one looks the same to us And yet their body alters like leaves do. Small changes made with neither noise nor fuss.
We change into transparent ghosts of self Thus totter down the avenue of life Soon death approaches with its common stealth. And separates the husband and the wife.
In winter all is black and we despair Yet deep in earth,worms silently repair
Dis-Mayed again
Maya culpa,maya culpa,maya maxima culpa
If only the Campbells were coming
Or even Gordon Brown
What May happen
May we know?
Up the Maypole
Here we go round that blasted Bush
I hate those Blairing voices in the night
Oh,Millibank,oh Millibank,Ed and Dave are blanker
How depression bleeds your Branches
Foolish MPs linger
I hope we’re not coming up Trumps.
Never give in to fresh air
May we complain, about May?About Time
Stan and Mary went in town
To buy Stan a new dressing gown.
But he wanted a woollen one
In March that is not on.
The shops are full of summer clothes
But Stan’s not warm enough for those.
Mary likes to look around
But see how old Stan frowns.
So Mary says,I’ll go online
I’m sure I’ll find some fully lined
Made of wool and acrylic…
Them you can make your pick.
Thank you,Mary,you are kind
despite that brilliant,anxious mind.
I am the best dressed man in town
And soon I’ll have my gown.
Would you like cafe au lait?
I have my pension,I shall pay.
Very nice,dear Mary said…
I’d like a piece of bread.
Won’t you have a slice of cake?
I know it’s not quite what I make.
No,just plain bread,sweet Mary said
She then turned very red.
Mary,you look very hot
Is it healthy in this spot.
The central heating is too high.
She gave a weary sigh.
They drank their coffee and made jokes
About old folk who never spoke…
They bought some fresh fish for Emile..
They alway shop with zeal.
..
When they got home.Stan dialled Dave
Who told him he was very brave
and not to stand near a bus door.
Or he’d fall on the floor.
.
Oh,how I’d like to lie down there
With my mistress Annie fair.
but Mary is at home today
So i’ll just have to pray.
If you’re in pain and can’t have sex,
They say that prayer is second best
Morphine is so hard to get…
and it makes me feel sick.
So tomorrow Mary works
Stan and Annie have their perks
Dave calls round to bath the cat…
How obscene is that?
If you would like your cat washed
Or if your shopping has got squashed
Just dial 99999
The service is divine.
: not of or relating to language or discourse: not discursiveMaking music, while it fulfills many emotional needs, is a nondiscursive enterprise; it doesn’t take place within language.— Randall Butler
As the end neared his old mind was stirred
Was active as a river in full spate
Like the visions, intentions, he had learned
Women whisper fearing to be heard
In married love, how best to navigate? On the way to peace his hand was bare
Respect and truth, like wisdom, must be earned
We come to understand,is it too late To bring perception when with hate we burn?
In my kitchen stood a little bird
The robin he had fed from breakfast plates To the very end, alert and brave
As he faded I began to mourn
Seeing him turn pale, inviolate I held his hand while tears clumped like a storm
How do we dare to find that holy gate?
The truth known to the heart makes no mistake On the path to death, our minds combined In the visions, intentions, we had shared
Flower are love tokens and symbolise female fertility and beauty
I loved her for her dark blue eyes,
And her Le Creuset pot.
I loved her though she was naive,
As she was very hot.
I loved her curly golden hair.
I loved her home made jam.
But most of all,I loved her brain
And how she dealt with spam.
I loved to lick her bright pink lips
I loved to bite her ear.
But most of all,her innocence,
Which made me pull her near.
I liked to lick her cheeks as well
I liked to touch her hair.
But it proved slightly difficult
For she was rarely here.
I looked at all her photographs,
I looked at all her posts.
She has twenty boyfriends now,
Whom does she love the most?
I loved her breakfast coffee pot,
I loved her tea as well.
She fed me on her buttered toast,
The rest I shall not tell
I was happy,I was sad.
Whatever should I do?
She has run off with a tramp
She met in London Zoo!
She sent me a love letter once,
And now she sends a card
I wish that she’d leave me alone
Jealousy’s so hard.
My heart has got the cramps in it,,
I’m sitting in the bath.
The water is as black as coal,
And I’m still filled with wrath,
99 Alderman’s Crescent
Alligator Hill
Manchristchurch
Dear Dr Brown
Thank you for referring this 73 year old lady.She is suffering but I cannot decide if it is a psychiatric problem or a normal reaction to an abnormally bad society and government,
She has nightmares where she threatens to kill her boyfriend and the cat though she has never gone further than fantasy in real life
.She cannot eat food made in the UK but has to import it from France or choose carefully what she cannot grow
Her boyfriend seems quite happy with her so I propose you do not give her new medication but suggest they redecorate the bedroom,remove the built in television and use the space for keeping art books and sunhats
If you need more help, please write and I shall see her again.She is one of the most charming people I’ve ever met so I will not be unhappy to review her state of mind
Yours blindly
Brian Mc Haggerty M D .MRCP .D.Phil [Dublin] M.Sc [Wigan] Ph.D [ Tottenham]
Currently on medication for schizoid personality disorder and addiction to studying useless subjects
Let your lips meet gently,
The top one resting against the lower,
Touching with tenderness
Your own skin to skin.
Forefinger propped on chin,
I let the others dangle,
like leaves on a branch;
softly gravity tugs them downwards.
Let heart beat quietly, slowly
As the blood circulates
carrying its music,
a river,
following the path of least resistance.
How the blood vessels receive willingly this flow,
touching it kindly as with tiny open fingers,
helping and being helped.
How the hair on the head
Floats on the breeze,
Like tentacles of an octopus
Waving goodbye.
Top eyelid loves the lower one;
as we blink they touch
like lovers kissing swiftly
behind a tree.
and how the light comes in
we see a world.
[mine may not be yours,]
but the blink of my eyelid
sends waves through the air,
so we’re all touching and being touched,
lips kissing each other,
kiss all living creatures.
skin to skin.
air to air.
And inside us, the rich darkness
Of creative night
transforms, in turn,
these touches
into dreams.
“Asperger is hailed as a pioneer in the field of child psychiatry and paediatrics, particularly for his groundbreaking contribution to the understanding of Asperger syndrome and the autism spectrum.
But by unearthing previously untouched documents from state archives, including Asperger’s personnel files and patient case records, Czech has revealed a scientist who allied himself so closely with the Nazi ideology that he frequently referred children to the Am Spiegelgrund clinic, which was set up as a collecting point for children who failed to conform to the regime’s criteria of “worthy to live”.
In a joint statement, the editors of Molecular Autism – Simon Baron-Cohen, Ami Klin, Steve Silberman and Joseph Buxbaum – said they welcomed the fact that Czech’s “meticulous research” had finally thrown light on decades of scepticism about Asperger’s claims that he had taken a caring approach”
Mary was walking down the High Street of a little town a few miles from Knittingham. Here stood tall trees, which have been hacked into stumps by the local council,They are vehemently opposed to anything that might change the town into an upmarket suburb of Knittingham. They wante it to be ‘modern’, like a small version of Manhattan or Paris, maybe, or even London. but there was not enough room to build a skyscraper or a Gherkin, like the one that Ken Livingstone had erected in London after he went to Soho
Mary was wearing a long, blue, unlined, woollen coat from Marks and Spencer, over a dark grey and green sweater dress, with matching leather boots . iIn her hand, she carried a large green handbag, which contained her Kindle Paperwhite and her purse
Suddenly she had a loud cry: “Mary, Mary!”.
She looked round and there was an old friend whom she knew before the advent of smartphones and computers and, therefore, not being very well organised, she had lost the address of this dear lady, Margaret.
“Shall we go and have a cup of coffee in that Turkish restaurant?”, Margaret inquired politely.I have my cat in the car and I’ll get him a scone.The people are very friendly
“What a brilliant idea!”, Mary cried, “I have come out just to have a change of scene and Annie, my friend in in Knittingham, has got measles I have a cat myself
“I do hope you’ve had measles already”, said Margaret.
Yes, I have”, Mary lied.
“Well, tell me your latest news. How is your rheumatoid arthritis? Have they given you any of these new drugs, which suppress your immune system to stop it from attacking your own body?”
“No, they haven’t given me any yet”, Margaret replied cheerfullyA bit late now
“I believe that, nowadays, they give them to people right at the beginning of the illness tbut, in my day, they did not give them to you until it was fully developed , unfortunately, I have become somewhat disabled.”
“Well, how do you manage living on your own?”Do you have a lover who might help you?
“No lover as yet but I have various devices that I can use”, Margaret told her with a twinkle in her eye, giving Mary the impression that Margaret was the owner of a gigantic array of vibrators and other similar implements trying them out for some Health Magazine for the handicapped
Mary was thinking that they were probably better than codeine for taking your mind off your pains and aches which, in the case of arthritis can be excruciating, making it impossible in many cases for a woman to have sex though she had imagined marrying her cat Emile as he had expressive eyes and did not desire her body She did not tell Margaret what she was thinking but said:
“I know that you can get a stand for your electric kettle, so that you can pour the water out of it without lifting the kettle up from the work surface., and you can also get vacuum cleaners that are self-propelled.”
As Mary had a great many books, she was unlikely to buy one of these vacuum cleaners, because they would knock over all her carefully choosing piles of scholarly works and art books, not to mention the tubs full of pens and pencils, and coloured pastel chalks.
When they went into the cafe, the waitress was very polite and soon they were drinking their coffee at a little table in the window, from where they could see the local people passing by.Many were wearing badges asking for an end to the Civil War in Britain
“You’ll never guess what happened to me”, Margaret said
, “I was in the bookshop, where they have a folding chair for me to sit ; they know I can’t stand up for a long time without suffering pain. I’d just sat down when this young woman came up to me and said:”
“You can’t sit there and read: you have to go upstairs and sit in and armchair.”
“Well, if you show me the lift, I will be very happy to go upstairs ” , I said humorously
.Or maybe you can carry me up as you are very heavy and strong
“We don’t have a lift”, t he woman cried loudly, “We only have one for us to take books upstairs and we do not allow customers to use it, because it is not insured.”
=Would you mind if I just sat here for 5 minutes?”
“No!, you cannot sit there for 5 minutes”
“ Well, I was unable to get up, straight away”, said Margaret “but, as soon as I could, I put the expensive book, which Ihad been going to buy, back onto the rack of new non-fiction and saved £20 there and then
” “That’s not very nice”, continued Mary. i“It might even be illegal to tell a disabled person to go up some stairs, when there is no lift or escalator.”
Margaret called “Let’s talk about something else. I like that coat: it’s a lovely shade of Prussian blue
“Never say the word Prussian to me”, said Mary “it reminds me of the war.”
“Well”, said Margaret “if our luck continues on its present track and also the Middle East, there will be almost no country that we can talk about it without getting distressed by the name.”
It’s a real indictment of humankind.Civilisation is inextricably linked to War.Let#s put that thought aside and talk about clothes instead
“I like this coat however we name the olour”, said Mary “because it is made of wool and the sleeves are lined but the body is not lined, which means that is suitable for this early spring weather and also quite llight to wear always an advantage for the older lady. iIt also covers up whatever else I am wearing underneath because it is quite long.”
“What on earth are you wearing underneath?”tMargaret asked humorously
“For all you know I might have nothing underneath it”, said Mary “exccept a pair of silk knickers and a silk vest.”
But I have a dress on over my silk and wool underwear,I am using an deodorant called
Unarmed and dangerous
“ I have changed a lot since my husband died and I do all sorts of peculiar things. For example, I believed in times it will soon be legal to marry an animal and I would like to marrylEmile, so that he can sleep in bed with me rather than on top of the bed.”
“But he might scratch you accidentallyy! “, cried Margaret.And can he kiss you?
“Oh, there’s always a fly in the ointment”, Mary said.
“Well don’t marry the fly”, her friend responded.”I don’t think that Father Brown would like that, even if it could speak and say ‘I do’; it would definitely not want to sleep in bed with you. it will be flying around your bedroom, buzzing all night, and I don’t think it’ll be the only. one” “I have to marry a spider then”, said Mary, “Maybe two spiders”
They both laughed uproariously, to the amazement of all the other people in a cafe
“It’s good to see old ladies laughing isn’t it?”
It certainly is.”
“So will you be going back to that book shop?”
“Well, I did try to go back but, as I approached the door, my mouth went very dry and I realised I was getting that ‘fight or flight’ reaction, even though I didn’t feel so anxious but something inside me was worried that history was about to repeat itself and I ’d be the object of scorn and derision.”
“Yes, it’s horrible to feel humiliated isn’t it”, said Mary.
“I was reading an article in the Guardian, which said that some scientists of the most social sorts have discovered that even the nicest people unconsciously see disabled people as less than human.”.
“Oh my god! that is very frightening because I am getting older and I might get disabled and then I will suffer like you do.”
“Well, you have to be tolerant of suffering”
But how tolerant should one be? I don’t want to have back some of those politically correct people who go around like Methodist -preachers, attacking people who are agnostic or who want unisex toilets
“Are there any heterosexual toilets?”
“I’ve never seen any but you never know.”
After drinking their coffees, they walked into Marks and Spencer’s to look at the new spring clothing
That looks like a satin tracksuit!”, Mary called politely
“I believe that the short trousers are coming back into fashion. tThey are a big problem because itthey puts all the focus on your ankles, so you cannot wear those dirty old socks that you can wear at home or with long trousers. I think they are a plot to make us buy ankle boots.”
Everything’s a plot now, isn’t it.
“Don’t say that to the doctor or she will think you are getting paranoia.”
“Getting paranoia? I’ve been paranoid all my life.”“How sad!”
We’ll, nowadays you need a bit of paranoia, especially if you come from Europe and believe that you can work in Britain and contribute to the economy, while enjoying all the lavish pleasures of London city and nightlife.”
“The so-called foreigners are much more courteous than English people. iIn fact I a’m ashamed to be English now and I pretend that I came from Ireland instead.”
You look more like a Valkyrie.”
“Don’t say that! I hate the composer Wagner.”
“I do believe the word existed before he wrote the music but I understand how you feel. It’s not your fault that you’ve got blonde hair and blue eyes and a white skin.”
“My hair isn’t really blonde any more. I think it’s more silvery, like Helen Mirren.”
“Does it really matter what her hair looks like now?”
”“Well, we have to amuse ourselves somehow and, since we no longer have husbands, wel ’re deprived of much pleasure and love, and we have to put out the wheelie bins ourselves, which I think is really awful.”
“I do some vacuuming, now and then, I move books out of the bookcase and carry them into the other room and, you won’t believe this, last week I accidentally put a bag of nearly new clothes into the ‘dirty’ wheelie bin and found I still had the rubbish in the hall.! Unfortunately, the bins had been emptied and there was nothing I could do to get them back.Mind you, I did feel a certain relief but as the hall was no longer full of black bin liners and other stuff like that..
Not to mention all those cables, cords, and chargers that we have nowadays. I think the computer was invented purely to give us more things to buy, to keep the economy going. Nobody really wanted to have computers but they realised that, once you got one, you would want to connect it to your camera, or your television, or the printer, and so it would mean a big market for those cables and cords.
But it gives me something to do, while the Government argue about Brexit.”
It’s not just the Government who are arguing. My gardener nearly hit me when I said I wanted to remain in Europe. I am forbidden to mention Brexit anywhere near him.”
“I have noticed that it doesn’t matter what the evidence is,; even the most intelligent people will not change their minds, so it must be coming from a deeper level.”
“It sounds as though people are trying to understand why Hitler wanted to exterminate the Jews and they have come up with all sorts of theories about his childhood. I thought it might be related to sexual fantasy but the latest idea is that it is beyond explanation in any human terms; it is evil beyond our ability to explain. It is not true that, if Hitler did not exist, someone else would have behaved the same way. He could have lost his mind when he was defeated by Russia at Stalingrad but, if you lost your mind, would you go and exterminate six million Jews and gays or 6 million other people?
The frightening thing is that it could so easily become the way that Muslims are treated. People say to me: “I don’t want to think about politics, it’s upsetting me”,
but isn’t that what the German said in the 1930s? If we don’t bother about it, we may find ourselves in a trap that we can’t escape from.
It is painful to think about these things, when we would rather think about the daffodils and the magnolia flowers, but who will protect usor guard us,when we go further down this lunacy track.”
“Yes, I see what you mean. iIt’s like thinking that know, if people are depressed, sad, worried, it’s just thought to be very, very bad and they have been put on tablets and getting CBT when, in fact, it may be appropriate to feel that way, as long as one can channel it into some useful activity.”
i“It can give you energy… I believe there’s a big march in London against racism and fascism. I don’t know wherether the big marches have any effect. dDo you remember the one against the Iraq War? One of the biggest matrches ever seen in London and yet it made absolutely no difference to Tony Blair.”
“Anyway, just give me your news before we depart.”
“I shall tell you what; I’ll give you my email address and then we can communicate about our children or our other activities: grand-children etc. Maybe we can meet more frequently now, as we don’t have to rush home to make the dinner.”
The two women hugged each other before they separated and then Mary went back to the High Street. although she couldn’t remember now what she was going to buy.It might have been an electric tin opener, or a bottle of wine, or a throw from Robert Dyas to hide under, if anybody looked through the window.
Does it matter what she was going to buy? s She just wanted to get some fresh air, and meeting old friends always a good things, especially for aged people
I’m sure Emile would agree, if Mary brought him with her in her handbag, but he was putting on weight and is a little bit too heavy to carry. It would be wonderful if Emile were very big, then Mary could ride on his back as if he were a donkey
Why not buy a real donkey?
By Norah Carlin.Copyright
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Eternity in a grain of sand
Mary was walking down the High Street of a little town a few miles from Knittingham. Here stood tall trees, which have been hacked into stumps by the local council,They are vehemently opposed to anything that might change the town into an upmarket suburb of Knittingham. They wante it to be ‘modern’, like a small version of Manhattan or Paris, maybe, or even London. but there was not enough room to build a skyscraper or a Gherkin, like the one that Ken Livingstone had erected in London after he went to Soho
How my heart speaks 