This post is about the best friend I ever had. That and fear. We’re not mates anymore because he doesn’t want to know and I don’t really blame him. It’s also about the usual sorts of things I write about: being confused; being stupid; not knowing how to put things right; not knowing how…
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Poor Sharona. Or, No More Heroes.
“When you are not on your pedestal you are not interesting.” Oscar Wilde, De Profundis “If you’re put on a pedestal, you’re supposed to behave yourself like a pedestal type of person. Pedestals actually have a limited circumference. Not much room to move around.” Margaret Atwood Accepting compliments can be hard. I’m always quite impressed…
Calling Miscreants Of Incendiary Cherry Blasts. Or, Pleased To Mete You, The Dope Who Messed Our Game.
Near Compass Road, the bulldozers had left weeks ago and the rubble of the block of flats had finally all been cleared away. It was starting to get a bit warmer and more kids were out and about after school now. There was never much to do on the estate and a lot of the…
A Ploggy Went A-Courting. Or, Ice Cold In Alex.
I first met Ploggy in Spiders. He went with a gang of about ten or fifteen kids from the sixth form college he attended. I was still going with my workmate Sarah at that point. I first started talking to that group of people after finding that one of them – Dave – danced as…
How I started smoking fags and still didn’t grow up fast .
“If I cannot smoke in heaven, than I shall not go,” Mark Twain. As a youth, I’d been quite the fervent anti-smoker. Neither of my parents smoked, although my mum used to before my old man, er, encouraged her to give up. At school, the hard, cool kids smoked in the traditional place –…
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