the green, green grass...
Someone’s loaded MS AutoRoute onto the PC in my classroom and, during a quiet moment, I entered my postcode and zoomed in on home. It was a big mistake. There was no detail on the map, but nevertheless I could picture the paths, the roads, the houses, the metro line, the shops, the trees… The Deneside and Murray’s, where luxury of luxuries, you can go and have a conversation, a read of the paper, watch the gee gees on telly, have a pint and a packet of pork scratchings. Outside the classroom window there’s some waste ground with a fallen tree trunk – eucalyptus I’d guess – about 80 feet long. There are the marks of a fire half way along its trunk where someone’s tried unsuccessfully to burn it. Beyond that there’s a bit of land containing a derelict bus, and an old car propped up on stones. There are some youngish date palms and technicoloured shrubs I can’t identify. Past them there are some tennis courts, and then dusty Zawiyah sprawls on for mile after mile of biggish houses,...