London Dada work 287 A "Burgundy" Tale

A “Burgundy” tale
c. 2007 Michael St.Mark

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At the Spar checkout in Biggar, South Lanarks Scotland – a wee toon of about 10,000 denizens – stood a rather portly white-collared dark jumper-wearing chap, remonstrating with the shop assistant over the fineties of his Lotto ticket.
My eyes riveted upon his person, for here was one of those gents who’s skin Alpenglow hue reminded one of workouts and all-round out-of-season suntans ( in Scotland?! ) and an enviable quality of life. Although virtually bald, his entire head emitted a Burgundy glow of astounding proportions, I jest you not.
I thought no more as I exited the shop with my milk and Jaffa Cakes slung low in a day glow SPAR carry bag.

Wandering up the bustling main street with the digicam at the ever-ready, looking for Dada… I found none.
Before crossing the road and returning to the van, I glanced across to a boutique named “Burgundy”.
And who should be sitting with his profile near its upstairs flat window, as if watching television, but the very same burgundy-hued gent I had espied in the Spar not 5 minutes earlier!

That’s how “Burgundy” was born. They say life is a One-ness and occasionally one has to wonder.