Its steel mouth dropped to the ground with a vicious thud. The metallic jaws slowly opened to reveal the chewed up remnants of today’s Metro, whilst a wilted Walkers crisp packet, wistfully floated inside its dingy grey mouth – longing for an escape. I stumbled back onto the freshly polished floor, reeling from the acidic […]
It was a rainy, windswept Saturday night in the middle of Holborn: Central London near Covent Garden. Even though the rain plummeted to the floors – ricocheting off pavements and street-signs – there was something mildly enlightening about a winters haze, which gleefully intertwined with the evening light that crept closer. We sat in a […]
She gently nudged me, as I reached above her for the teapot. The kitchen was only compact; yet wonderfully ornate. We loved buying trinkets from local vintage shops. Flirtatiously she pressed her petite body against mine: wrapping herself in my arms. I took a deep breath. Her smell was sweet and pure, reminding me of […]
He heard them. Their steps cut a path towards him. ‘Ogoni Murdered’. They had vengeance as their guide. “I can’t fucking change things” he pleaded, out-of-breath. “I’ve changed”, screaming in the direction of the stairwell. “Fuck that – Niso’s never change”. Silence. It was his own conscious: a haunting voice which was his solitary companion. […]
I’ve always thought that the North of England is a wondrous place. There’s two reasons which bring me to feel like this. Firstly: having never really explored much of the North (or shamefully even the Midlands), anything which you don’t really know always seems…well a bit wondrous and desirable. Secondly: to me the North seems […]
Standing, waiting with baited breath, the waves begin to beat. They begin to pound in rhythmical patterns, made on a thickly skinned drum. The rain starts to fall from the eerie, bloodthirsty sky. The waves are awakened. Soft ripples to concentrated booms. A mass of coal like black cloud replaces the dazzling crystal blue. In […]
A disused building. An abandoned dream. A coffee grinder. A new beginning. A bean roasted here. A bean roasted there. A smile flashed. A cacophonous stampede. A smile returned. A chair pulled. A Guardian rustled. An enigmatic taste. A sound of exaltation. Britain returned to its rightful place.