One of the peep show girls just walked the length of Tisbury Court with a juice box on her head. A Rasta guy lifted up his t-shirt to reveal a string vest and proceeded to rub his belly. He was … Continue reading
The stories are starting to come in! Including one by my mate Billy (above). It’s set in a police station and features a cop called Morse. He assures me it is not based on the TV show. Hmmm. Regardless of … Continue reading
A couple of hustlers pulled a pincer movement on me the other morning. While I was retrieving something from the cab a stringy fellow approached and tried to befuddle me with some soho gobbledigook. I sensed something was afoot. I … Continue reading
I have never run my own business before and it is fair to say that the practical side of making money doesn’t come to me naturally. I get confused between net and gross, and Income Tax came as a nasty … Continue reading
For all you weary Soho workers needing to rest those aching bipeds – the blue milk crate at the side of my van is not a seat. But that doesn’t mean you can’t sit on it. Just got to make … Continue reading
I want to start a short story magazine that will be the launch pad for a host of literary giants. Not overly ambitious. I have a printer and illustrators ripping their clothes off with pent up creative aggression so now … Continue reading
My Rupert St neighbour Aung made me this beautiful crane in exchange for five ones. Wish I was rich enough to keep it cos it took me bloody ages to unfold it and the bank machine kept spitting it out.