Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Milk

By the time I got there, the walkways, built to accommodate milk floats for the daily pinta, were no longer served by the Express or Unigate. The Presto was cheaper and … Continue reading

March 14, 2017 · Leave a comment

I’m In a Fairly Grim Mood . . .

I’m in a fairly grim mood today, mostly because of the rampaging juggernaut of idiocy that is today’s Brexit Announcement. Anyway, I found some notes and I have no recollection … Continue reading

January 17, 2017 · Leave a comment

An Autopsy

An Autopsy (on being homeless in Sheffield in the 1980’s) i.   Among mills, warehouses, tenements; stone blackened; cars burned; metal rusted; Each transformed by the neglect brought by progress. … Continue reading

April 6, 2016 · Leave a comment