George ‘Hippo’ Carter : room 9
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 5:11 pm
George ‘Hippo’ Carter : Room 9
The room looks a mess, several paperbacks lie on the floor, their covers bent and worn showing their age and misuse. Near the half open closet door sits an old metal tool box, its top and sides covered in a collection of stickers that read like a travel guide and a film catalogue. Inside there is a large collection of tools, mostly small tools that you would expect an electrician to carry, and several half used rolls of Gaffa tape. An ex-army holdall rests on the floor beside the unmade bed, and several t-shirts can be seen stuffed within including a black t-shirt bearing the letters ‘TSF’ emblazoned across the chest, it is like the one you have just seen people wearing in the photo collage on Lyn Cartwrights laptop...
The room looks a mess, several paperbacks lie on the floor, their covers bent and worn showing their age and misuse. Near the half open closet door sits an old metal tool box, its top and sides covered in a collection of stickers that read like a travel guide and a film catalogue. Inside there is a large collection of tools, mostly small tools that you would expect an electrician to carry, and several half used rolls of Gaffa tape. An ex-army holdall rests on the floor beside the unmade bed, and several t-shirts can be seen stuffed within including a black t-shirt bearing the letters ‘TSF’ emblazoned across the chest, it is like the one you have just seen people wearing in the photo collage on Lyn Cartwrights laptop...