Another sordid tale of house sharing with hippies, perverts and junkies.

London, especially the tube reveals many unconventional situations. This is my true story of one that happened a while ago. Be prepared, its not conventional!

Down the fairground with an aging teddy boy, goldfish in a bag and a fishwife lothario.

A story from my past about a little girl with a unstoppable positive outlook on life and its beautiful faults

my ideas of what a memory is

  Alright I confess, I do work out sometimes. I had no choice you know - you see, one day I was sitting down, I had grown a belly from lots of beer drinking and while trying to reach my shoelace to tie my shoes, I um - woke up an hour later slumped over my leg not knowing where I was with 2 pieces…

A buddy of mine calls me up and says, "Dude! -  I just got free tickets to a concert through my phone service provider today, you wanna come with!" Now he has been a friend for years and I have not seen him in a while. I learnt how to surf with the guy, I have had loads of crazy parties with him, tons…

"Now, look ‘ere you kids. Wot I sez is this ‘ere, there are two sides to a piece of sandpaper, the rough and the smooth, and so far it’s been my misfortune to experience rather more of the rough than the smooth, I can tell yer!”

So, the fact that I served in the army doen’t mean much to me, in the sense that it was not a major influence in my character or who I am. I did learn a few things, some of them good or worthwhile, about myself, my ability to cope with extreme pressure and my general physical habilities. But mostly I learnt about…

This is the first chapter of something I have been working on for a while - a sort of simple country boy’s tale, set in the late 1980s.