Tag Archives: Leeds

194. The Gear Hunter

It is midday and I want a cigarette. I don’t smoke cigarettes. I might have mentioned it before, how I sometimes crave things I’ve not had in a long time, things like Walker’s Spicy Tomato flavour Snaps, Ice Pops, anal … Continue reading

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189. Dog.

I am lying in the half light of an Autumn Sunday morning, still half submerged in the last weak waves of sleep that are only just beginning to recede, exposing the flotsam and jetsam of a new day for my … Continue reading

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182. Androgyne

Sitting in the pub on a Saturday afternoon. I’ve got a pint on the table in front of me, the first pint of the day. I remember that Ian Fleming once wrote how James Bond’s favourite drink of the day … Continue reading

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174. Desert Island Dicks

“There’s an awful lot of shite on the telly these days, Luci. An awful lot of shite.” Fucking Amazing Dave carefully hauls the tea-sodden chocolate Digestive from his mug and skillfully flops it into his mouth. His eyes roll in … Continue reading

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157. Captain Blood

“OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” I sat bolt upright in a bed I didn’t know, in a room I’d never seen before. A digital alarm clock by the side of the bed told me it was 8.49am and it was a … Continue reading

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155. Detached

Hot sun on cracked tarmac. There has been rain in the night but there won’t be rain again, not today. Ants. Busy, speeded up by the black tar heat, carrying pale fragments into a pavement crack. Lawnmowers. Legions of them, … Continue reading

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147. First Born

I don’t write about you much, do I? It’s not that I don’t think about you, that I don’t love you, because I do. More than you know, probably. You know how your brother is, with his clumsy attention seeking, … Continue reading

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