I was once a lost visitor in Paris. Hadn’t been off for a while, being a home husband at the time. I’m in Paris now. Must let my hair down and steal a little boogie. I hit the Paris streets to pick up some supplies; it wasn’t difficult. I hit the club with the longest…
I can remember a time when I was the jack of the lads. Had a good hustle, kept it to myself, felt great buying all my mates a pint 🍺. This happened for a while, until one day I had this great idea. Why not share some of my secrets with my pals? It wasn’t…
I can remember being in a crowd of thousands of people. It was a beautiful venue but needed the sun to make it fun. But there was none. The beats played on. Nothing was gonna stop this party. So we danced in the rain and bathed in the mud. And nobody was killing anybody!! What…
I met Daniel beneath the departure board at Charing Cross on a Wednesday evening, when London had decided to rain sideways. My train had been cancelled. His umbrella had surrendered to the wind. We were both standing near the station entrance, watching commuters march past with the grim determination of soldiers. “Fancy a pint while…
When Malik was a boy, his grandmother told him that trees could remember. They remembered every bird that nested in their branches, every child who climbed them, every storm they survived. Their roots held stories beneath the soil, tangled together in a language people had forgotten how to hear. By the time Malik turned forty,…
