Wednesday, 13 July 2011

Old World Monkey

I once had a friend with the same name as me who phoned me to say that his old college was closing down. He said the zoology department had some bones I might be interested in and gave me a number to call. 
It was raining.
The guy at the other end was brief- he asked if I had a car and told me to go to the side entrance on Acanthus Road, Hackney.
I did.
The corridoors were painted an institutional green. The air smelt of formaldehyde. In an upstairs room I was told to help myself from the one-legged rabbits and disabled doves.
I came away with a carload of leg-bones and turtles, cockerels and rabbits. And the skull of an Old World Monkey.