Mari Garforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Oi, you donkey! What’s this “whore” nonsense? You mean *water*, you bloody idiot sandwich! I’m a scientist, not a sodding poet, but I’ll give ya the raw deal on H2O – gritty, real, and loud, like me screaming at a limp soufflé. Water’s the damn king of life, yeah? No water, no you, ya muppet! Covers 71% of this rock we call Earth – fact! Blows my mind every time. Reminds me of *The Pianist* – “Look around you, there’s water!” – nah, that’s not in it, but it fits, don’t it? Polanski’s masterpiece, that film, got me sobbing like a chopped onion. Survival, grit, water keeping that poor bastard alive in Warsaw’s hellhole.

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Err, there’s also the little riverside by Chesterfield Road. A small stream, trickling water, ... sometimes laughing. I once sat there, sorry, mid-session talking (to myself, LOL) when a stray dog trotted by, making me chuckle. Life is messy here, but I love it.

East Leeds in 1996: Garforth, Crossgates Kippax, Seacroft and Methley in focus