‘Why Aren’t Many Football Fans Normal People?’ is a question I have often asked myself. Personally, I absolutely detest the game and I cannot understand why anyone would find it exciting. A load of blokes kicking a ball around and gobbing every time they are on camera? Give me a break. The scary thing […]

The 4th of Febuary. Slumping on the dreary dank, harsh steps of Paddington, deviding up a metho cigerette feebleth her shivering boyfirend. This Friday nighttime is infested with drunks, and this time, we are not quite the drunkest; nor are we the the worst smelling. Latenight, distrubed foreigns don’t even stare - -a few ask […]

Viewing the elderly hag shocked me. I stared honestly at the gentle aging lines covering her skin and at her hair,. Worry lines on her face compounded. I resist the desire to try and flaten them out . Then I see a smile that shows up all the sweetlines from laughter around her lips. […]

The 13th of April. Positioned on the dreary lonely, cold plateform of Paddington station, spliting a rolly woefulth her boyfriend. This Saturday night is scattered with drunken bums, and for once, we’re not the worst off; nor are we the the worst smelling. Late-night, distrubed tourists don’t even stare —a couple ask for diections. I […]

Slumping on the lonely cold, damp steps of Charing cross station, sharing a metho cigerette miserableth her lover. This Friday early morning is scattered with drunken bums, and for the first time, we’re not the most intoxicated; we don;t even look that bad by comparison.. Anxious, parenoid tourists try to ignore us —a few get […]

Croched on the dreary lonely, dank plateform of Paddington station, spliting a benson and hedge cigerette with a shivering boyfirend. This Saturday night is a commune for the drunk and hopeless, and for the first time, we are not quite the drunkest; nor are we the the worst smelling. Anxious, distrubed tourists try to ignore […]