Category: Book of the Dead

chilling with a sweet rum punch

Lockdown Day 47: Friday 8th May 2020 Don was shot on a visit to Trinidad after decades in London, unintended victim of a local beef, just sitting around enjoying life, chilling with a sweet rum punch. Wrong place, wrong time.   Kriis trashed his fucking ridiculous Maclaren F1 V12 a couple of years later at […]

the trenches of the lost

Lockdown Day 46: Thursday 7th May, 2020   The ceasefire continued as Don and Frank exchanged limited conversation, if not phone numbers. The night drifted on its preordained march in a mellow haze of soon to be forgotten memories as the troops manned a futile bunker against the advancing dawn. Manic house banged into trance […]

you can take the scum out the slum but you can’t take the slum out the scum

Lockdown Day 45: Wednesday 6th May, 2020 As the legal nightclubs closed around three am, the influx of shell-shocked tourists began, johnny foreigner slumming it with the temporarily-cash-in-hand lumpen detritus of society. The joint was bursting in no time, a time-honoured safety valve of early-doors London. The crush intensified, bodies jammed in every space as […]

crack smokers and ordinary jokers

Lockdown Day 44: Tuesday 5th May, 2020 We decided to hit 69, down Charing Cross road. Near enough, but out of sight of the frantic Federales. A cantankerous place, always on someone’s hitlist but, playing the odds, unlikely to go down that night.   “Who’s running this place these days?”   “Still da Maltese, but […]

the club that didn’t exist

Lockdown Day 43: Monday 4th May 2020 Denmark St was deserted as I turned the corner. There was no queue yet outside the club that didn’t exist, illegal yet ever-present, a dive, a shebeen full of the promise of the illicit night. It was not yet midnight, so way too early. The place would be […]

fear and fresh meat

Lockdown Day 42: Sunday 3rd May, 2020 The taxi dropped me on Haymarket before speeding my mate Jase along past Hyde Park into the western wastes. I strolled through Piccadilly Circus under the halon glow, still busy as tourists gathered aimlessly below an absent Eros in the attractionless night. ‘Caveat emptor,’ I mused, ’90s London […]

crocked, blocked and about to get twocked

Lockdown Day 41: Saturday 2nd May, 2020 Terry manicured the blankets with his typical attention to detail, smoothing them out from the centre towards the corners of the bed as far as he could reach,  showing great attention to camouflaging his wires, tubes and catheter in valleys of cotton. Always start your day by making […]

Live to Ride

Lockdown Day 35: Sunday 26th April, 2020 Despite the blood loss and bone-mangling injuries, Jay survived the crash. The club held a number of blood runs and most of the chapter contributed. He lost his left leg below the knee and his right leg above. With the help of the club the boys in the […]

never play the game by someone else’s rules

Lockdown Day 34: Saturday 25th April, 2020 As Stonk slipped on his skullcap and Jay followed him, helmetless as ever, we jumped into Doc’s old chevy and took off down the freeway. It didn’t take long to reach the park. When we hit the parking lot, Doc said he was too drunk to walk sand […]

a good piss interrupted by bad karma

Lockdown Day 33: Friday 24th april, 2020 I pit-stopped on the return leg. The beers were working nicely. I loved having a forceful, free-flowing piss when I was on my way up. It just felt so good, so natural, as if I could piss on the ceiling. What’s wrong with that? Nothing. Well, maybe it […]