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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Saturday, November 08, 2003
    Out of Euston
    She was a bit drunk, Daphne, when she got off the train at Lime Street. Fair enough: it was her birthday. And out of Euston she and David had got chatting to the folks opposite. Who, once discovering it was a special day for her, opened the wine bottle and kept the supplies coming throughout the journey.

    What made it more special was that the bloke opposite turned out to have lived in the same road as Daphne, for many years, up here home in Waterloo. Same schools etc etc. And more special again was the discovery that Dave White is an artist. Does oil paintings of training shoes. Very subversive (discuss).

    He gave David his web address and we spent some time looking these designs up. This was all a few months ago now; so imagine my interest when I saw a Dave White design on front of this month's Creative Review. Had to buy it for David. And for Daphne, to refresh foggy memories of a good three hours on West Coast Mainline.