Skin against skin, we lie;
breathing each other’s breath
we slowly suffocate.
I don’t think I’ve ever been to Warrington. And now I have less interest than ever in going there.
According to this story in the Telegraph, it appears that “No-kissing signs have appeared in the taxi rank at Warrington Bank Quay Station” and that lovers are being forced to use “designated areas only”.
It seems odd that a place in the UK should be adopting such measures when it’s only a couple of weeks since the BBC published a report beginning “A court in India has dismissed criminal proceedings against a married couple charged with obscenity for allegedly kissing in public in the capital.”
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