He was short of his age,
with rather bow legs and sharp, ugly eyes.
Hit hat was stuck on top of his head so lightly,
that it threatened to fall off every moment.
He wore a man's coat, which nearly reached his heels.
He had turned the cuffs back,
half-way up his arm,
to get his hands out of the sleeves,
Apparently, with the ultimated view of
Thrusting them into his corduroy trousers,
which is where he kept them.
He was, altogether,
as roystering and swaggering a young gentleman
as ever stood four feet six.
C. Dickens, Oliver Twist
THIS IS MICKEY, OUR BOYFRIEND.
(JUST KIDDING MOTHER! WE CAN HEAR YOUR HEART STOPPING FROM HERE).
IN TRUTH HE'S A PAL, AN ORIGINAL,
ONE OF THE LOVELY ONES FROM AROUND THE ROAD.
AND HE DOESN'T BITE.
(TRUST US, SWEET MICKEY HASN'T ENOUGH TEETH TO DRAW BLOOD)
AT ANY RATE,
YESTERDAY WE WENT ROUND TO HIS CAVE FOR A CUP OF TEA AND TO PICK UP SOME MENDING AND WE COULDN'T RESIST SNAPPING A COUPLE OF IMAGES.
IN OUR MIND, HE IS THE ARTFUL DODGER, BUT TWICE AS NICE AND MUCH, MUCH COOLER.
SEE MY CAT? MICKEY SAYS,
HE'S VERY LOW MAINTENANCE:
SHOWING OFF HIS NEWEST ACQUISITION, A CARNIVAL SIGN FROM THE TURN OF THE CENTURY. HE WAS PRETTY JAZZED ABOUT IT, THE IMAGE BLURRY FROM HIS WILD GESTICULATIONS.
THIS WAS HIS PROJECT FOR TODAY, HE TOLD US, GETTING THE LIGHTS TO WORK AGAIN,
RIGHT AFTER HE FINISHED A BATCH OF BORSCHT, THAT IS.
THE TROUSERS IN NEED OF SOME BOHEMIAN HANDS,
PATCHED WITH JAPANESE INDIGO
THIS PATTERN IS CALLED
AND BECAUSE WE DON'T LIKE TO EXCHANGE MONEY BETWEEN FRIENDS FOR SERVICES RENDERED,
MICKEY OFFERS US THE MOST DELICATE AND PALE TURQUOISE JAPANESE QUILT, TO MAKE INTO A JACKET, SHOULD WE BE ABLE TO CUT INTO IT:
THAT MAN HAS GOT OUR NUMBER, AND WE MUCH PREFER TO HAVE SOMETHING CHOSEN FOR US, INSTEAD OF CHOOSING FOR OURSELVES.
ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL SCRAP FOR THE TEXTILE ARCHIVE, TO JOIN THE REST OF OUR RETIREMENT PLAN.
(OUR CAPITAL IS TIED UP IN FABRICS, JUST THE WAY WE LIKE IT)