The Good Samaritan

I spotted him a mile off. Staggering along, doing his best to stay upright. By the time I catch up with him he’s slowly sliding along the boarded-up windows of what used to be Woolworths, but is now just another stop on the fly-poster’s route. “You alright there?” No reaction. “Hello. H e l l... Continue Reading →

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The Royals & Me

I was nine or ten, going to school in Laindon, despite the fact that I lived in Pitsea, and the big day had arrived. I can't remember exactly which one of them it was, it might have been Princess Margaret or possibly Anne, I'm fairly sure it wasn't The Queen. To be honest though it's... Continue Reading →

The Loop

…which of course was locked.   After a few years I gathered up the courage to unlock the door, beyond which was yet another room, noticeably better than the one I was in. Without hesitation I stepped in allowing the door to lock itself behind me.   After a few months I grew bored with... Continue Reading →

Haircut

Whoa, what the fuck. He's cut that way too short. My own fault for daydreaming rather than keeping an eye on the old duffer I suppose. He's made me look like a right chav, just what I need in court tomorrow. It's too late to do anything about it. He can forget about getting a tip,... Continue Reading →

Bird on a Wire (1974) – Tony Palmer

Leonard Cohen tour documentary in much the same vain as Dylan’s earlier Dont Look Back. Filmed during laughing Len's '72 European tour this is as much about what goes on behind the scenes as what happens on stage. Thought lost for the past thirty years, it's an absolute joy to finally be able to watch... Continue Reading →

Bowie & Me 2

There were no virgins at my senior school. Everyone had 'done it' with various girls too many times to count. "You a virgin?" was the question everyone dreaded back then, and woe betide you if you didn't have a decent answer. My story was that I'd had it away with a girl I met in... Continue Reading →

Bowie & Me

Mid to late eighties, late night TV, I'm in the lounge, my dad is upstairs snoring for England. On the box is D. A. Pennebaker's concert film - Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. I like Bowie, like everyone else my age I've grown up with the singles, kissed girls that had Bowie lyrics... Continue Reading →

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