Tag: urban life


  • I’m alright, Jack

    A piece about South Norwood, belonging and the uneasy feeling that the sudden wave of flag waving signals something far darker than simple patriotism.

  • A woman in red, a flash of drama and the kind of moment that appears for a heartbeat and then is gone forever.

  • Chick’n Chips from myfavorite Sarf London store —you know the one,bullet holes in the door.Customers scream,and they shout —heaven knowswhat they’re on about. Consumers eclectic,including me,ponderingwhat to havefor their tea. Chicken thighs?Dodgy pies?Maybe even,Curly fries? Standing there, contemplating,I wonder how longI’ll be waiting. Spicy wings?Onion rings?Napkin rings?You must be joking. Delivery riders —they seldom smile.Perhapsthey’ve…