22: The Sinking Ship
I was at an all time low when I met Marina. I had been chucked out of Uni the day before and naturally proceeded to get very drunk. I’d turned […]
I was at an all time low when I met Marina. I had been chucked out of Uni the day before and naturally proceeded to get very drunk. I’d turned […]
“Do you know why I’ve brought you here this evening?” I prided myself on knowing every private members’ club and decent restaurant in London, but this place was new to […]
There are pros and cons to lying low in Soho. On the one hand, there are so many people around that it’s easy to go unnoticed amongst the crowd; on […]
Almost the moment I woke I knew that it was going to be a significant day. I could feel it in the air like the electrical charge before a thunderstorm. […]
The doorbell rang while Lorraine was out at the shops. I was deeply immersed in my latest creation and it took a few moments for me to register the sound. […]
“It was Christmas Eve, babe…” In the dog house. I was lying low in a coffee house on Bateman Street. Marina’s usually cool persona had become decidedly icy of late, […]
I’ve started smoking again. Not because I even like it or want to; purely for the excuse. Marina has a strange respect for smoking – she considers it something of […]
I have a good view of the front door from here. Not that it opens much. The glass is coloured and wibbly, so there’s little to see most of the […]
“Wake up!” Marina slammed a cup of strong-smelling coffee on the bedside-table. “I’ve got a proper job for you.” I grunted, rubbing my eyes; I hadn’t been fully asleep, but […]
Yesterday evening I had this feeling that I would see you. It had been raining all day, a constant grey blurring of the world. But around five o’clock the skies […]