Terror of old age
Saturday, August 27th, 2005Croched on the drippy drab, bleak plateform of Paddington, sharing a rolly with her shivering boyfirend. This Sunday night is a commune for the drunk and hopeless, and for the first time, we’re not the worst off; we don;t even look that bad by comparison.. Latenight, cold foreigns blank us —a few are looking for [...]
