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 […]
Category: Lockdown
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
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 […]
happy sweet sixteen you mad bastard
an alcoholic declension never tutored at school
Lockdown Day 39: Thursday 30th April, 2020 We drank. We drank some more. Inevitably the stilted conversation with the stunted cousins drifted onto football. Partick Thistle were not on their radar so, I regaled them with my sodden tale of a grey evening at Hampden the previous month watching Beckenbauer lift the European Cup as […]
a deathshead smile and Grateful Dead T shirt
Lockdown Day 38: Wednesday 29th April, 2020 Noch andere?” “Bitte.” We laughed. We drank. We grew up. The neonAzi wandered over wearing a deathshead smile and Grateful Dead T-Shirt. An uncanny Teutonic likeness without the roses. “Schottische, nicht wahr?” “Ja.” “Dudelsack?” He mimicked a madman carrying a burning swan […]