“Alright Nugget Holder*?” Clifford shot back over his shoulder, waiting as I Pac Man bit the air, midway up the mountain that led to Luton airport from our backroad parking spot, in front of an angry scrawl, tacked onto a telephone poll; ‘if you leave your car here it WILL read more
Anticipation woke me early, my heart banging rapidly-out a reggae beat, jam-packed jots of shuddering low-end frequency licking open my eyes. Skanking figures dissolved from the night time dance into the day, a splash of Wray and Nephews remaining like a wet dream. Carnival morning is better than Christmas morning. read more
In the pause, that silence that followed, our fridge stood humming innocently between us, brightly decorated with the alphabet, a jumble of words sprayed head to toe like the multi-coloured yawns of several poets. The slightly charring smell of fish, mixing in the evening air, made me almost lean against read more