Maria Majsa University of London Union, Malet Street, WC1, 1986 He smiled, stared at his shoes and said Hello. He looked so pale and young. I said Hi in a voice I didn’t recognise.
Maria Majsa Auckland, New Zealand, early 1970s Western Springs College, Auckland 2012 Inheritances run in families like a seam through generations; swallowed hopes and ambitions which sometimes find their full expression decades later.
Maria Majsa The Marquee, Wardour Street, London 1984 I headed for the place I’d seen him last, but all I found was blood on the floor. People had scrambled through it leaving sticky prints in every direction, like a contaminated crime scene.
Maria Majsa London, 1985 I used to go for rides with a friend who was a fellow Smiths fan. We stopped at a riverside pub called The Old Ship to order drinks and compare favourite lines and I fell momentarily in love with him.