I NEVER MANAGED TO GET A PHOTO OF US TOGETHER. WHERE WERE THE PHONES THEN? ALL I HAD WAS A 400mm TAMERON LENS. WHAT GOOD WAS THAT? Some days you definitely see things differently. Starring into hell. Your

Hate is deleterious. You never ask for it ,it is given. THE LEAVING 2 According to social media you live with a... ...Tina Johnson. I wonder if you wake every morning and say, hello Tina Johnson. How are

At four o clock, thirty one years later, I had a argument with a young man in a bad,cheap, silvery suit. He had just been to Argos but had parked his car illegally. I confronted him and he told me to sue

THE LEAVING Its over been over thirty years now since your left me... for History. I still have that note. Perhaps I can use it in someway. Coming home to a house stripped bare was a bit harsh. I didn't

Hammy's coming. I look for him out the window, between the gap in the blinds. I hear his car door slamming, dodge his glances towards the house. If he's frightened he doesn't show it. His fear doesn't

Have you ever felt you were just part of the backdrop, the canvas on which the pretty ones shone. I often did. Riding the tube, the escalators, thousands of people not noticing that I breath and feel in

Recently. I cried today. In a crowded room with my family present. They didn't notice. My dad was here.

Saturday 26.5.1984 I went out tonight. I couldn't stay in, it was far too dangerous. I road the tube hoping to meet someone just as lonely. But I don't think there is. I called Tuffy when I got back. It

Last night I had dream. I was a boxer in a ring, in a fight I knew nothing about. Even when I tried I couldn’t see my opponent, but felt her to be an overwhelming force. The first punch I took put me on

"Hello, hi.... sorry everyone." The man calling out on the crowded Northern line was American. "I don't do this very often. Not sure why I said that as I've never done this before. Please

A young girl I worked with asked me this question. I said no but she did anyway. She was later to find magazines hidden behind the toilet cistern. Then the complaints about her body started.

Sometimes when we are lost. We forget the good stuff. Everyone has some experience, even it be brief. So use it once the war of the mind begins ,and you walk with the fear.

The man sitting cross legged had been begging for sometime. And even though he had collected enough, for the advertised "something to eat", It wasn't enough. He wanted the recognition of being

I wish I could do what's going on here, to paint with complete innocence. Naivety, before the window of life opens and all is lost for most of us.

Before we learn. Before we even live Before we are told or taught We have it We all have it Then it is chased away

I wish I saw you then like I do now. I was hurt, unconfident but free. Free of monitory worries and fear at least. But I didn't know that then.

The room was appalling. The toilet was loose, it wobbled and there were silverfish on the floor. It was in the Rue St Deny, the red light district I was later to find out, only I didn't know that. It was

"The whole of the Oak knows what she's done."

"If I ever get out of this alive, how will I know?"