On the way home
Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005Sitting on the dreary bleak, uninviting plateform of Waterloo Station, deviding up a benson and hedge cigerette with her shivering boyfirend. This Friday nighttime is full of rejected drunks, and for the first time, we are not the drunkest; by comparison we are looking quite good. Latenight, paranoid foreigns don’t even stare —occasionally they ask […]
