12.16.10
Posted by mazzz in Leeds | 34 Comments »
Jonno’s leaving do was declared a resounding success. Lots of tequila, a £50 fruit machine win which bought more tequila, a minor scuffle with some townies, and even a slap from a stripper – administered to Jonno himself no less, which was the icing on the cake. The rest of the lads piled into taxis and Jonno, Richard and I set off for my flat. I had some cans of beer stashed away there which would help take us down gently from the tequila buzz. After all, Jonno had to be at his folks’ in a couple of hours for his farewell breakfast, so we had to sober him up a bit.
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06.18.10
Posted by mazzz in Leeds | 39 Comments »
We sit in this enormous room as we have done for the weeks since our convoy was intercepted by the enemy. There are two hundred men incarcerated here, a big drop from the three hundred that we were when we arrived, and more of us disappear daily. We that remain sit in small groups, or lay all day in our allocated bunks which surround the room. We engage in nothing but small talk, careful to let nothing slip about the journey prior to our capture: the walls may well have ears, and the itinerary of the Starship Empress, along with the nature of her cargo, must not be revealed to the enemy. The entire human race depends upon it.
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12.18.09
Posted by mazzz in Leeds | 32 Comments »
Her husband was coming home today, and joy mingled with apprehension in her thoughts. His letter, written on the hospital ward, had not been out of arm’s reach since it had arrived – she must have read it over a hundred times by now, almost not daring to believe that it was true. The war was over for him: a leg cut off at the knee had seen to that.
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