.Letter #1 Dear Alan, Do you ever think of the years 1988 – 1993, that incredible six year long summer we spent together which built in heat and intensity and culminated in you knocking back a b...
For those of you checking for a new post or feed, the wait is almost over....Therell be a new Memoires post put up within the next few days. It will be a post about youth and love and fr...
.Sick. We were sick. We lay in bed, wrapped up in filthy blankets, smoking, sometimes fucking, doing animal things, you know... like being sick.Sick. We were sick. Sick in bed. Sick in life. Sick by ...
.Theres been a murder, a young girl, and now I cant sleep. It happened a little over four hours ago. I woke up to a symphony of banging and screaming coming from the upstairs apartment. In the d...
.Please read the article below concerning the outrageous NHS negligence which led to the death of my father, Raymond Levene, last year. The article came about thanks to the perseverance of ...
.Its been years now; so many years. If I think of just how many and what Ive missed Ill become sadder than the word was ever meant to mean. I miss my home, my city – the dust of where Im fr...
.I mean: Im bored. Like picking at the wall bored; or, laying on my bed just staring up at the ceiling bored; constantly thinking of calling my dealer bored, while in my head going: No, no, I ca...
.“Did you get it?” Id ask “Did you get The Look?”“Nah, dont think so,” shed say. “She was normal. Just miserable”“Hm... Ok. Try the next one. If its the man with the swept over hair youll definitely ...
.Now... Johnny was the kind of guy whod get you in a headlock then playfully twist and grind his knuckles deep down into the top of your head so that it hurt ...
.One day I will tell you of the time I worked as the schools milkboy, delivering the fresh crates to the classrooms each morning, then in the afternoon, collecting the vile, curdled, stinking em...
.It was a dark wet shiny night. I lay on a mattress in the back of a stolen van, a cold wind seeping in and annoying me from the loose back doors tied close with string. In the front seat driving was...
.Three pieces about loss following the death of The Man I Called "Dad."---#1 Night maresThe nightmares began the day my father died. Harrowing, torturous things which come to me as soon a...
.Im not sure if its the booze which turns me psycho or if it just brings it to the fore. In any case it mattered little: It was a freezing December evening and I was nineteen and hanging off Leatherb...
.It all started with a scream. I heard it from the top of the road as I made my way home from school. Somehow I knew it was my mothers pain. It was a scream from nowhere and of unbearable suffe...
.During the Vietnam war a term known as fragging occurred. It involved the deliberate killing of bastard, abusive or gung-ho commanders and was usually carried out by a small group of soldiers ...
If the world is playing by the rules today then the West Memphis Three will hopefully be released and one of the most atrocious miscarriages of justice of our time will finally be put right.Surp...
There are some things I want to say and some things I need to say. There are some things Ill never manage to say and others Ill never try to say. The differences are immense. What follows is an intro...
.Come gather round my pretty punks...Memoires of a Heroinhead has a new page!It is here and is essentially a select collection from the private emails Ive received over the past two years asking...
The first time I ever saw a needle I was five. It was being pulled out of my father’s arm by my mother as he lay slumped and motionless on the floor. We had found him like that one evening when my mo...
This week I will be launching the above site dedicated to short genre influenced fiction. For a better idea of what will be going on there, click across and sign up or subscribe. Posting wi...
The light lost light and darkened. It felt like there was a great storm sitting overhead and I knew he was gone. I closed my eyes and listened, but for a moment the world was quiet with me. I thought...
“No twos, no threes, no lugs!” Thats what we used to say when sparking up a cigarette and not wanting to share it. Thirteen years old and preparing our lungs for coughing up tar. Billy with his wonky...
Its not a great time for great literature. Our libraries are potted out with dustbins for a good reason. But there are a few writers who are on the offensive, who are making words dangerous, exciting...
In far away places men were being killed. I watched it on the TV as I cooked up smack, and fell asleep to journalists embedded in a war zone that was safer than their home streets. The biggest risk w...
All my life I have written songs and bounced them off the walls of wherever I was unlucky enough to be staying. Well now Im here and you can all have the misfortune of hearing them too. I cant play g...
“Its gonna be a good year.”I say that every yearwhile laying in bed with a dead laptopmaking love to myselfand dealersof certain cardsSurrounded by walls breeding dry-rotBut this year IS gonna be a g...
On the first day of spring 2003 the rain came down. I was running, across the road, past the Halal butchers, up Percy Road, over the curb at Haydyn park, past the school. Splodge, splash, slap and an...
The hairs fake but the hats real.... its not fair, I know, but thats how life is.A new Memoires post will follow very shortly....X
God, we were cruel kids. But battered and beaten at such a young age in life, what else could we have been? What chance did we ever really have? When life tramps and kicks wearing 21up Steel toe-capp...
And then you are down. And you realise you’ve been hit. There is warm blood trickling from your nose. And then someone is pushing your face in the gravel whilst another put’s the boot in. Hard, bruta...
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