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Walking through Cary Court, this man said he would be famous within two years ... Craig Johnson, I think his name was. So look out for Craig Johnson.
There's nothing to suggest why this sign had been erected in Woody Bay, where the footpath met a minor road.
How?
How does a broken plastic box containing odd shoes (one with a hole), legs of broken furniture, grit, a coat hanger, leaves, an empty packet of cigarettes, and a christmas hat with cardboard antlers, get left on the pavement out side a nice house in Islington?
What amazing chain of events lead to this...
The universe began, time began, elements formed into gasses that forged planets on which life evolved and grew, developing intelligence, that itself began to consciously recompose matter into deliberate objects with purpose and meaning...
Then this.
Makes you think.
Some random black-and-white photos I took using my Dad's 1953 Zeiss Ikon Contessa, a rangefinder with a folding Tesser f2.8/35mm lens and shot on Ilford Delta 400 film.
This little block has laid in our path whilst walking our dog for as long as I can remember, a solitary, lonely block of something, on a circular path to nowhere. Sitting amongst a neighbourhood of scalpings, clinker and gravel, downtrodden but tirelessly repeating its message.
'Block.'
'Block, block.'
'Block what?'
Neither a description nor a command. Just a mantra.
Nobody had mentioned that they had noticed its existence. Or uttered a word of recognition until today when we both opened our mouths to say together.
'Have you seen that.....'
'the Block? Yes!'
Raising more questions that any inanimate, inert object could ever be expected to answer. We left it as it lay, but before we left we took this of the rarely mentioned random block.
Smokin' kills and so do my lyrics,
If you're poppin' pills then trust ur not wiv it,
Cus I got da skills,
And I'm over da limit,
Dishin' lyrics like meals every second every minute,
Ding! Dong! Special Delivery (hello),
Biggest midget in the game, cant get rid of me,
Give me just a minute and I'll be your vicinity,
My words hurt you jus' like loosin' ya virginity (owww),
Well, I'm right thur,
Na' tell a lie cus I'm Right there,
Right hurr Na' right here,
Now get off your churr, I mean Chair,
Some English MC's get it twisted,
Start sayin' cookies, instead of biscuits!
Anyways.. yeah, lets... commence...
Everybody get random
All gyal dem, all man dem
Everybody get random
Jus' do sumfin random
Everybody get random
All gyal dem all man dem
Everybody get random
Jus' do sumfin random
Yo get up and do summit random, yo watch it now,
1...2 S.O.V is comin' for u
3...4 better lock your door
5...6 well I'm full of tricks...
So everybody come and vibe wiv da lickle titch
Swiiiiiitch.... hush