i. ii. iii.

Pauly left on the Monday, the start of the residency. He would be returning about 6 weeks later, start of Easter week. He took a photograph of me in the B&B in Ashford on our journey out to Saint-Nazaire and one when he came back to pick me up. I can’t find the photos, they’re on some CD-R somewhere, in a shoebox full of crap, probably unreadable now — Windows XP, Nero Burning ROM, Kodak Gold, scratched to fuck. Anyway, the difference between the two photographs was about a stone in weight loss. I remember being mortified…

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