Parked on the harsh lonely, bleak plateform of Kings Cross, sharing a fag poorth her friend. This Friday night is full of rejected drunks, and for once, we’re not the most intoxicated; we don;t even look that bad by comparison.. Lost, unnerved foreigns try to ignore us —occasionally they ask for direction. I begin spreading […]

Croched on the damp dreary, uninviting steps of Charing cross, spliting a soggle ciggerete
with a boyfriend. This Saturday early morning is infested with drunks, and this time, we are not the most intoxicated; in compariosn we are doing quie well. Lost, unnerved foreigns don’t even look —a couple ask for diections. I am spreading […]

It was always the same, Mum could stand me seeing him, understandable now looking back, if my daughter was creeping of ever night to go riding on the back of a black motorcycle with a smoking smelly misfit I would be worried. But I like to think that in the back of my mind […]