Wednesday, 24 December 2008

Ray Quinn


sometimes a vasectomy is the only answer

Sunday, 21 December 2008

All Change....

I have no more roots in the Northern Kent/Southern London lego block part of the world that is Downham. Gone. Zilch. No more will I be called 'faggot' at a bus stop. No more will I see the giant Woolworthes (though this is for a few other reasons) set ablaze. No more will I see the 2 hollow shells of the decaying Green Man and The Tigers Head pubs, the former set a fire by gypsies. No more will I see the Food Hall M&S and actually wonder why it is there.

My parents have left southen London or a suburban life in a part of the world that might still consider me queer, but wouldn't do it with such an instant and determined ideal of violence - they may just set me on fire late at night in one of the many adjoinging fields that back onto the new abode.

There's deer. There's rabbits. There's geese. There's no ethnic minorities. It's certainly going to be a white xmas folks.

And I enter my flat everyday to the same orchestral strains of the same tramp asking for the same pound coin in Brockley.

I'm also off to New York for New Year. I hope I don't come back.


Wednesday, 10 December 2008

Please Watch This....

Tuesday, 9 December 2008


Every single day I open the same door at the same time and see the same tramp asking me for the same amount of money.

Monday, 8 December 2008

February 20th

Kurt Cobain and Phil Neal.... my idols