{"id":562,"date":"2010-02-23T19:36:08","date_gmt":"2010-02-23T19:36:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=562"},"modified":"2010-02-23T19:36:08","modified_gmt":"2010-02-23T19:36:08","slug":"julian-baker-says-atisshoo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/julian-baker-says-atisshoo\/","title":{"rendered":"Julian Baker says "Atisshoo""},"content":{"rendered":"

Atisshoo<\/span>

Three months on from not living with his parents, and still no shag. <\/span>

The girl at the pub's club night seemed well promising though. Even borrowing the barman's felt-tip to scribble her mobile number across a tissue for him. If it was really was hers.<\/span>

And now a fresh chance, waiting for the night bus, alone with a girl who's crying softly to herself. Prettier than the other one.<\/span>

Offer her the tissue. Think how charming he'd seem, catch her on the rebound with his kindness. Give him the in to chat her up on the ride home.<\/span>

What if she wasn't unhappy about being dumped. Time he found out, her tears would have smudged the phone number illegibly.<\/span>

Fuck, what a dilemma.<\/span>


* Julian Baker<\/span> says “I like writing a lot more than working. I wish I could work less and write more. For a while I struggled to find a label for my writing (everybody likes a label) and then thanks to tiny poet I found one. I write tiny fiction. I've been published by <\/span>Six sentences, Insolent Rudder, Scarecrow<\/span> and <\/span>This Zine will save your life<\/span>.”<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

AtisshooThree months on from not living with his parents, and still no shag. The girl at the pub's club night seemed well promising though. Even borrowing the barman's felt-tip to scribble her mobile number across a tissue for him. If it was really was hers.And now a fresh chance, waiting for the night bus, alone […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-562","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/562","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=562"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/562\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=562"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=562"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=562"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}