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 […]
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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 […]