Here is an oil painting showing a couple kissing. Where
did this come from - a bit of luck and a couple stood outside a railway station.
Over Christmas last year I spent a day in Liverpool searching for
noteworthy graves and then walked down into the city. While standing outside
Lime Street Railway Station a couple in their thirties were kissing and holding
one another above two suitcases. The woman was adamant he didn't follow her through
the doors into the station. She was tightly gripping some flowers.
"Trust you to be buy these today,"
she said, "Where I am going to put them? I've no room for flowers."
While their mutual
concentration absorbed I thought how easily I could easy slide one of those
cases away and, behind a corner, see if there was anything worth selling. However
I thought to myself, "It's Christmas...the time of goodwill. I won't
bother." I'm sure the gods have added one week onto the end of my life for
this goblet of goodness.
The woman disappeared into the warmth of the railway station (flowerless
- so she must have taken them with her) and I went to see the bits of
slaughtered animals being sold on the outdoor market stalls. I never forgot that conversation - or the
woman's big hair or the man's full purple corduroy suit - and am glad as it
provided a title for this college-student-quality painting. I mustn't grumble
though as it didn't veer off the path of progress and demand a repair. When I
started the man was kissing the woman's mouth but somehow her veered right and
now looks to be kissing her cheek. Also I noticed the woman's hair was too big
and rather 1980s so I had to shear some off. In keeping with the painting's title
I should have included some flowers but...er....in
keeping with the title there's no room for flowers.
I can see this painting in your walk-in wardrobe. You could hang it on
the wall near your drawer laden with bubblewrap
thongs, fur-lined mole grips, and 12-peice rubber clamp collection. I can mail
to you tomorrow after my Do-It-Yourself-Eye-Laser-Treatment class (you must attend
with someone so they can escort you home but I can only afford to do one eye so
I'll be fine getting the bus home.) It's yours for £12,000 including postage
and this includes the chewing gum I stuck on the back of the canvas.