Postcard from Class.

A few weeks ago I went back to school for a day.

I spent said day in a cosy little class room at The School of Life learning how to write, from two people who get paid to do just that. Their names were Molly and Rob. And they are the beginning, middle and end of this company: We All Need Words.

It was wicko fun and also quite the eye-opener (when put on the spot I am incapable of writing without rhyming)
Plus we got given a pen and a pad.
To keep.
Score.

They taught us the importance of sharp, concise writing. How to capture the right tone of voice. And most importantly, breaking the writing mould.

One of the last of our wordy projects for the day was to write a postcard.

But without using any of the clichés typically found on the back of those holiday picture-pockets.
Eg: Wish you were here/The weathers been crap/I've met a lovely lady from Bristol who knows your sister/If you haven't watered my flowers while I've been away I'll be able to tell etc.

We were told to venture outside the walls of the School, and into Bloomsbury (Cos that's where it was)
We were given a real life, 3D postcard to write on.
And 10 minutes.
And this is what I wrote:


The Bloomsbury Walkers

The quivering whippet
The expectant hold-handers
The East-London cyclist
The non-English breakfasters
The backpacked-and-brisk clan
The walks-to-his-beat man
The shorted, and contorted
The, walks-but-supported (from both stick and male courter)
The bull; dog and man
The afro up-stand
The tentative waiter (two coffees, shakey hands)
The ‘cool’ out-of-towners (from Bristol or Welsh-lands)
The hatted
The suited
The car-parking ‘tooted’
The drags-all-goods-behind-them
The wheels-in-basket-up-front
The patchwork-quilt-skirted
The diamontéd shirted
The learner driver and the balding teacher
The fresh-faced
The dirtied
The explorers
The back-a-the-handers
The Bloomsbury Walkers