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Bridge Street.
Chapter 1 - Addition To The Menu.
Let me open your eyes so you can watch my story visually unfold.
Take a walk with me friend, through the corridors of my different hand painted, segmented front covers. I get to know you more, while walking I describe the concepts of the many colourful ideas I etched on once blank canvases as we pass through.
I say to you "Here it is."
I grab your arm as we walk into this front cover, sparking my story to life…
A frosty morning has begun during the middle of the winter months. Christmas is approaching, people are becoming busier getting presents for their loved ones, spending the money they have saved, in these city's shops. George a young man, short dusty blonde hair, with green eyes, he is wearing black jeans, a black coat, as he cycles to his job as a chef in a chain restaurant, that is situated on the outskirts of the cities town center, near the river Cam. He has ear phones in listening to songs that are from his biking playlist that he has made, while he is peddling his dark blue bike, wearing a black with red trim branded red tick backpack, down a back street. On his left there are people's homes, in the middle of the row is a silver saloon car, pulling in to a dentist clinic. On his left is an overgrown stream, with a big backed television that someone had dumped in there the evening before. You know the ones you have to take the front window out to get the fucker in your home. A Moorhen swims around the bulky plastic tele with its young in pursuit.
*Beep!* "Vehicle Reversing!" *Beep!*
Comes from a dustbin lorry at the bottom of the road, two men jump out from the cab wearing a hi-visible jacket, over their Cambridge Council uniforms, with thick brown gloves on. George pulls in between two parked cars, while the dustbin lorry reverses past, as the Councilmen go get the blue bins, that are street side for them to be emptied. A smartly dressed young lady is leaving her home, beside George who smiles at her, she smiles back at him as he bikes off to carry on his journey to work.
George has stopped at some traffic lights. He goes to press the button as a black car drives past, followed closely by a blue car, he notices out the corner of his eye, a young boy holding his mothers hand going to do the same as him. So George lets the young boy press the button, looking towards the young mother, they are both wrapped up warm for the cold day ahead, she has ahold of a grey pram, that is transporting a fairly big flat screen television empty packaging, would be surprised if it wasn't her fella that got rid of their old television, she is most probably going to dump that somewhere along her journey. The traffic starts to slow as the light changes to red, the green man appears. George carries on biking past the young mother, smiling at the young lad, to a bus stop that has four different cultured people waiting for their way of transportation, beside them is a pub but it's a bit early for people to be having a good time in there, he bikes past on to Mill Road, if you live in this city you know it's busy, a road that never sleeps, if you have tried to cycle down there it's as a tight a nuns c..., I try to avoid this road at all costs but if my bike breaks, then it's the number 2 bus that travels down that route into the town center, but be warned it can take an hour to get there but I'd much rather bike a different route, I can be in there in 15ish minutes.
George cycling down the path on Parker's piece, from mill road to the hotel at the end. He cycles between a few pedestrians, past an over flowing bin, even though it's getting colder, people will still go out to get pissed at the clubs also pubs, especially women, dressed in next to nothing, while it's minus 1 out, I'm not complaining I'm just letting you know what I have seen, he slows down to let another cyclist pass across him, on another path, cycling towards Grafton or maybe midsummer. George carries on cycling towards the hotel, passing another over flowing bin with rubbish. Some of the shit...
Let me open your eyes so you can watch my story visually unfold.
Take a walk with me friend, through the corridors of my different hand painted, segmented front covers. I get to know you more, while walking I describe the concepts of the many colourful ideas I etched on once blank canvases as we pass through.
I say to you "Here it is."
I grab your arm as we walk into this front cover, sparking my story to life…
A frosty morning has begun during the middle of the winter months. Christmas is approaching, people are becoming busier getting presents for their loved ones, spending the money they have saved, in these city's shops. George a young man, short dusty blonde hair, with green eyes, he is wearing black jeans, a black coat, as he cycles to his job as a chef in a chain restaurant, that is situated on the outskirts of the cities town center, near the river Cam. He has ear phones in listening to songs that are from his biking playlist that he has made, while he is peddling his dark blue bike, wearing a black with red trim branded red tick backpack, down a back street. On his left there are people's homes, in the middle of the row is a silver saloon car, pulling in to a dentist clinic. On his left is an overgrown stream, with a big backed television that someone had dumped in there the evening before. You know the ones you have to take the front window out to get the fucker in your home. A Moorhen swims around the bulky plastic tele with its young in pursuit.
*Beep!* "Vehicle Reversing!" *Beep!*
Comes from a dustbin lorry at the bottom of the road, two men jump out from the cab wearing a hi-visible jacket, over their Cambridge Council uniforms, with thick brown gloves on. George pulls in between two parked cars, while the dustbin lorry reverses past, as the Councilmen go get the blue bins, that are street side for them to be emptied. A smartly dressed young lady is leaving her home, beside George who smiles at her, she smiles back at him as he bikes off to carry on his journey to work.
George has stopped at some traffic lights. He goes to press the button as a black car drives past, followed closely by a blue car, he notices out the corner of his eye, a young boy holding his mothers hand going to do the same as him. So George lets the young boy press the button, looking towards the young mother, they are both wrapped up warm for the cold day ahead, she has ahold of a grey pram, that is transporting a fairly big flat screen television empty packaging, would be surprised if it wasn't her fella that got rid of their old television, she is most probably going to dump that somewhere along her journey. The traffic starts to slow as the light changes to red, the green man appears. George carries on biking past the young mother, smiling at the young lad, to a bus stop that has four different cultured people waiting for their way of transportation, beside them is a pub but it's a bit early for people to be having a good time in there, he bikes past on to Mill Road, if you live in this city you know it's busy, a road that never sleeps, if you have tried to cycle down there it's as a tight a nuns c..., I try to avoid this road at all costs but if my bike breaks, then it's the number 2 bus that travels down that route into the town center, but be warned it can take an hour to get there but I'd much rather bike a different route, I can be in there in 15ish minutes.
George cycling down the path on Parker's piece, from mill road to the hotel at the end. He cycles between a few pedestrians, past an over flowing bin, even though it's getting colder, people will still go out to get pissed at the clubs also pubs, especially women, dressed in next to nothing, while it's minus 1 out, I'm not complaining I'm just letting you know what I have seen, he slows down to let another cyclist pass across him, on another path, cycling towards Grafton or maybe midsummer. George carries on cycling towards the hotel, passing another over flowing bin with rubbish. Some of the shit...
