big jet plane

When I first arrived in Fulham, the planes roared above me at 4am. Flying low and close, just skimming my head, way up here on the fourth storey of a town house. If I lay on my bed and looked up through the sky-light rectangle window, I could make out the under belly of one […]

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an englishman’s walk

Crazy people, it’s sidewards rain and you walk head on to meet it. You’re all hunched inside yourself in your black waterproof windbreakers, but the wind is breaking though to you. It’s winter you say, and as good a day as any for a walk. You’re stepping on cliff edged public footpaths and mud soaked […]

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first impressions

I sit on the stairs of Trafalgar Square, Nelson is my watchman. Grey clouds are flying past with a wind on their back. The wind is on my back, it gets into my coat. I am in London, I am in London and I sit in its heart. I’ve been on the tube and had […]

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