Clare Fisher – The Perfect Place To Write

The sight of the plastic table and scratchy seats had a rather Pavlovian effect on me. I’d pull out my notebook and start scribbling without even thinking about it. The sight of the plastic table and scratchy seats had a rather Pavlovian effect on me. I’d pull out my notebook and start scribbling without even thinking about it. When I ran out of steam, I’d watch the semi-derelict factories of the Bradford suburbs pass.

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