Riding the rails with Joan Bob and Barbara, Riding in style on the 1st class to Scarborough. Supping on latte while shooting the breeze, Being polite as I try not to sneeze. The sad face of an Angel Years are passing by. With a deadbeat man at home, Free riding the gilded throne. She yearns […]
On a bright Sussex morning, nursing hangovers laced with shame. We hailed a local taxi cab with no one else to blame. We’d blazed a trail through London, Through Covent Garden holes. The roadhouse was inviting, the questions that it posed. We didn’t get to bed too early, Sambuca is a Bitch. The storm […]