I had a dream last night that I was a paperboy doing the rounds on my local estate in my home town of hove. the numbers and street names were written on the corner of each paper, just like I remember when I used to do a paper round, but it wasn't a round that our shop ever did. Also, the paper shop gave me some cash and asked me to buy some drugs up on the estate, told me to look for the house number 59, "I'd know what they meant", they said. Anyway, I delivered some some papers and got up to house number 59, but there wasn't anything there. No sign of any suspicious dudes or anything. But, there was a block of flats with an open door on the corner of the road nearby, so I walked in and I happened to see the owner of the block of flats there at the reception. He went on to tell me that I could live in one of the flats at a rate of 0.99p a day (there were other rates but that was the one that caught my eye in particular). But I figured, I'm living with my parents anyway, would it really save me any money in the long run? (!!!!!)
yeah, thats it. the funny thing is, i would've forgotten about the whole dream completely, if I hadn't seen a paperboy while i was walking to work this morning.
oh, the picture is of boundary road, the road my papershop was on, 1959. I used to love the tesco's on this road for having Loads of old pictures of boundary road like this one, but older still.
