Sparrow-fart

“I was sick of working from sparrow fart as station cook and general dogs-body.”

‘Took a girl to the flicks, had to get her back to Birkenhead, some goon in a tin hat and armband ordered us to take shelter in the Underground. No bloody option. So I didn′t get her home until sparrow-fart and her father didn′t believe us, turned quite nasty.’

It felt unnaturally early, sparrowfart time of day by the feel and sound of it.

‘Tomorrow. Sleep over, then off at sparrow-fart. And the car will have plates.’

[…] Miss This Miss That Miss Theother lot of sparrowfarts skitting around talking about politics they know as much about as my backside […]

‘The hell with the talented sparrowfarts who write delicately of one small piece of one mere lifetime, when the issues are galaxies, eons, and trillions of souls yet to be born.’