Hi, Matt,
Maybe not meaningful, but quite amusing. I went back and re-read your first Parklife piece (if there's a II, there's a I preceding it). The first, which I remember now, was more sinister on the surface, with menacing references to scars, flick-knife thin cheekbones, razor faces, pulling wings off baby birds. In the second, it's all softness - bread, loafing, doughy ones, custard, warmth. Despite that and the thought of poor Ken being smothered by an ample bosom, it's all rather macabre. Twice, even.
It's always a pleasure to share a Sevens with you.
Donna