Tag Archives: youth

Him

You didn’t know him, then. He had eyes that glimmered but could be as dark as coal if he desired. I was never his equal, not in my eyes, as he wove words and charm and fire and love and … Continue reading

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Party Down/Gathering

Brenda was smart. She had several piercings in her face, but no-one pierced her heart. We met at a flat in Balsall Heath and talked shit about Weimar German art. She liked James Bond, but I said I couldn’t quite … Continue reading

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Szickness

Stefan’s eyes are grey… via Szickness.

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Cordite and Aftershave

This town reeks of cordite and aftershave.   The men prepare themselves to go out on the town, camouflage paint daubed on faces, their best smart-casuals laced with grenades and ammunition bandoliers. The aftershave, a pungent scent, is lathered on. … Continue reading

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Szickness

Christ, I was pretty prolific in 2010. This one is a bit of a mish mash but with one glaring item of artistic license, is a pretty accurate account of how I was living at the time     Stefan’s … Continue reading

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