Dead Tub

With its straggling, straw-like stalks of plant corpse, its gaping seams, loosened iron hoops and rotting staves, this old barrel no longer does much to lift the mood of Abingdon's cramped little hospital. I will refrain from hailing it as a metaphor for the state of the NHS under these present butchers and settle for appreciating its textures - another instance of my fetish for the decayed and distressed.