“What time’s our flight at tomorrow morning?” I say. “Well our bus is collecting us at 5.00 so we’ll have to take it easy Tony,” he says before taking a swig from his beer bottle while on our way to the club. When we arrive at Babylon we’re no longer subjected to the usual bouncer […]
The weed Matt rolled is some really good shit and seems to help balance out the copious amounts of booze we’ve been binging. “This weed is quality guv’ I’d normally be asleep by now otherwise,” I say suddenly realizing that I haven’t even had breakfast. “Maybe I should start djing again?” he says while imaginarily […]
Walking down the quays the ice cold breeze cuts me in half, although I’m grateful as it wakes me right up. This is the first time in weeks that I’ll be in before nine and I didn’t sleep a wink last night in anticipation. The day hasn’t even begun and I already feel drained. When […]
Today hasn’t started any better work wise but at least IT has set-up a PC for me to lose myself in. It’s half eleven and I’ve already had three cups of tea and four waters. I’ve trawled through every site I know of including football365 at least six times. I still haven’t received any more […]
Apparently he’s been really sick for six months but I’m only finding out for the second time today. The doctor said I went into shock after being subjected to a series of my Dad’s violent seizures just before he was due to depart for the hospice. Apparently my quick thinking saved his life although I […]
Girl walks into a tattoo studio looking to get some ink that’ll best encapsulate her life and ideals. Twenty five minutes later she walks out with “No Regets” tattooed over her right breast. The artist apologizes, remedies the situation and later that night they sleep together. No regrets.
Veerp veerp. I do my best to ignore it but the more I try to forget it the more omnipresent the vibration becomes. Veerp veerp. Reluctantly I peer across the room at the passive aggressive blue lighting, my bedside locker tinged by its desperate attention seeking pleas. I stretch out an arm and furiously reef […]
I don’t know what’s more humiliating; the fact that he’s dead or the fact I didn’t do it sooner? I casually run through the inventory of emotions I’m meant to feel: remorse, sadness, guilt and regret as I debate which one to mimic. After a few disinterested drags I decide guilt is probably the best […]