I was a postal worker from May until July
I left because of allergies - the letters made me cry
8am on Fridays, 6am the rest
Postal for the two months
Coastal for the rest
I kept the last day's letters
Exit
Theory Of Ghosts
Stations
The King Cannot Be Found
Postal
The Index
The Nostalgist
Non-Fiction
Saints Preserve Us
Dark Ages
Dark Ages
Echoes On Ice
Your Ghost
The Tollbooth Martyrs
Exit
Snow Drums
Dark Horses
Not Fair
Comets
I Must Leave London