Life for Lola

Made a gruesome discovery on the way home from the crumbles Asda on Friday afternoon. We were driving along the seafront quite serenely, discussing the possibilities of what the ladyfriend and I may get up to during the weekend, when, out of the corner of my eye I saw the fluttering of police incident tape. I turned to see people standing around a car in which a man was slumped up against the passenger window, mouth wide open, ashen faced! I had seen a corpse! The image stayed with me, marring my weekend, if the truth be told. What a way to end up, the last few seconds of life spent within earshot of the amusement arcade and mini golf. A spectacle for people returning from a hard day at the office, a Wallace Arnold coach full of pensioners and the unsuspecting dog walker.