a writer of sorts
1. Dismay To the dismay of ornithologists the birds rise and flee. Starlings startled by deep thrumming scatter; their murmuration disrupted, the air thickened by the chop of rotol blades. Facing west, the direction of the coarse and steady drone, the bird watcher notes, through polished Porro prisms, that these wings, in stern, determined formation, are not beating. 2. Tallboys A gleefully vindictive aggravation, like tit-for-tat hooligan townies, on the piss; the kind with short sleeved shirts and Marlboros tucked under the epaulettes, spoiling for a fight already won. Wargasm hard-on intimidating red rock with a battering of Barnes Wallis’ fists. 3. Props From the headland you can hear the plainsong largo of white blades tendergashing the winds for light and battery. A stately reigen to subvert the destruction fashioned from Rolls-Royce/Bristol.