Cheap Tricks: Marsh Alley Sep13


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Cheap Tricks: Marsh Alley

Clapboard denizens of Marsh alley clatter together where they overlap and bang in the wind. A fouled sheet of newspaper (tabloid) splats flat and adheres. One end to the other is no more than fifty metres but there’s no metric system chic here; we’re a long way from France or anywhere else worth being. A boxy space inveigles itself into the consciousness and there are soiled pallets and plastic, amorphous wrappings from long-gone industrial times, the era of Stealth Steel and hope in man and future. Now, there’s just threadbare, ashen expectation of more-of-the-same; hump away, you fallen chirpers…hump away.