The Finale of Mr Fish Bones

Down a dark, dark street and even darker alley way,
Gather the lost, the humble, the bums and the stray,
Filtering the trash for a morsel to eat,
The remnants of the meal forsaken at their feet.

Discarded pizza boxes and greasy foil containers,
Salt and vinegar newspapers,
Forsaken food containers.

And among these fetid browns and pardoned overtones,
Likes the less than animate legacy, of Mr Fish Bones.

Made in Scotland

Bred in Wales, educated in Cornwall and working in England. Living among the cafés, coffee shops and clichés of Christchurch. Plumen light bulbs dangle in pendants above the dining room table, Bertoia diamond chairs are draped in fur throws and a rosewood Eames lounger is home to an owl shaped cushion with button eyes. I’ve operated under the guise of a designer since 2008, dabbling in the ink, pixels and vectors of brand and building between the parentheses of web development.

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