#FireHorsesQuotes 95: "...A pixelated Picasso..."

#FireHorsesQuotes 95: “A bike un-revved, a Yale scratched and the front door opened on my prodigious father, full of Landlords’ Bitter, a grit-toothed smile from within his vast beard – a NUPE pirate. From tatty leathers Dad pulled a hard parcel wrapped in The Sun. A page 3 girl wrapped around my present, nipples at right-angles to one another like a pixelated Picasso…”