“Business or pleasure ”. I ‘m stumped. “Bleasure” I say because it’s my business. And it is my pleasure. She spreads a healthy helping of seasoned spicy lamb onto the flat bread. “my daughter would love you. She wants to be a writer” she says. I say her daughter can be a writer and a doctor, a writer and a lawyer, a writer and a chef. She can have her cake and eat it. Creativity is not the monopoly of artists. “spicy” Faye says. I nod 
and she sprinkles the chilli flakes on the yoghurt sauce that slathered the seasoned mince. She folds over the flatbread. It gently grips the mixture inside nudging time served ingredients to mingle. Faye passes me the wrap of heaven. This corner of Greenwich Market is a festival of its own. It has its own eco climate. The sun rises at breakfast lunch and dinner. It’s a scones throw from The
Cutty Sark to feed the hungry seamen and visitors like me. Smells from aroud the world mingle in the gulley between the food. This is street theatre that I can eat. There’s eleven days to go before my residency at Greenwich and Docklands International Festival begins. By the time it ends I’ll have eaten from every stall. Incr- Edible street theatre. I like that. The tweet account of this stall is @victusandbibo
I check your blog, probably every couple of days not always to see if you’ve written something new, most of the time it’s to reread what you’ve already wrote. Not everything, I haven’t had the pleasure to have caught this blog when it started, and I find myself too lazy to go back far enough, but someday. I say this because everything that I’ve read so far, seems to have this effortless beauty to it. Almost as if you’re writing poetry for everday life, everyday, all the time. It’s, well brilliant.
Shakia – That’s really kind of you to say. I like your turn of phrase “Writing poetry for everyday life, everyday, all the time. THANKS for what you said. Strange that I’ve just put a couple up. Best WIshes lemn
I used to work in the arts in Manchester. My son lives there now. I now live in Sydney. Just this minute finished HIS NAME IS WHY. This book resonates. In the midst of the year many of us will vote YES for a referendum for an Indigenous VOICE to Parliament here in Australia, when more children are being removed from their families and put in care than ever before, when indigenous incarceration is the highest in the world, your beam of fierce light on claiming a voice is nourishing in this crazy mad beautiful world. Thank you for staying with the journey all these years.
Thank you Linda. I was supposed to be in Australia and New Zealand this year.