Tag Archives: Newcastle

212. Flinching at Volvos

I shift the battered leather suitcase from my left to right hand, take the half smoked Lucky Strike from my lips and exhale, walking, cowboy boots kicking the litter that blows across the oil-stained bus station forecourt from the stinking, … Continue reading

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121. Whole Lotta Rosie

My phone is ringing on Friday in 1995. It’s my mate, Genuflect. He says “Here, Luci, fancy nipping up to Newcastle tonight?” I say “Sounds good. Got anywhere to stay?” He says “Not yet. Fancy trying your hand?” So I … Continue reading

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