|
 |
|
||||||||||||||||||||||
"Nostalgia"It's a warm Summer's day some time in your teenage years … Only a few weeks of school to go, and you're looking forward to that long summer break. You've avoided a lift home from your neighbour in his 2 door Viva HA - you always had suspicions about the back seat and could see no escape route, so you're now seated at one of the Formica topped tables in the Bus Station Café.Plastic sauce bottles shaped like giant tomatoes and chrome topped glass sugar dispensers sit on the counter next to the grimy Gaggia machine which hisses like an Express Train. The summer's heat cooled by the ice- cold glass of orange crush you are drinking and occasionally stroking across your forehead. Orange drink always tasted good if it was referred to as "crush" rather than "squash", and somehow even better if it was drawn from a cooler with plastic oranges rotating aimlessly inside its transparent reservoir.Then you hear it. You're not sure at first whether you've heard the coffee machine or the Still (Hastings Ltd) hot water jet filling another aluminium teapot. You soon realise it's coming from the Tannoy, and it sounds strangely musical. |
||||||||||||||||||||||||
|
©2004 Site-Image
www.site-image.co.uk |
||||||||||||||||||||||||
