A flash of light passes by the window every couple of meters. The carriage sways from side to side, and the airs warm smell is lingering. It sticks to the back of your throat and tastes like shit. “I fucking hate London.” One of the many ‘anti-South’ statements to come from Craig’s mouth. Jonny and […]Read more "Day Tripper"
Thats how old I am. You’d never have guessed it if you met me. I look at least 30 with my shaggy hair and bushy beard. Truth be told I don’t feel that age either. Twenty-four-and-a-bit years on this lonely planet and what have I got to show for it? Not much when I think […]Read more "Twenty-Four-and-a-Bit"