Monthly Archives: November 2010
I’ve got fingerless gloves motherfucker. I admit the tips of my digits are slightly numb and fully-fingered gloves would have been warmer but it just means you can see my defiance clearer when I flip you the bird. I’ve got … Continue reading
I had only just started telling him how to get there and he already wanted to leave. He erupted into fidgety spasms, as I explained how he would have to navigate five sets of traffic lights. His feet were already … Continue reading
My friend Asif is doing the whole movember thing. It’s hairy people like him stopping me from growing my own. My facial hair looks like someone has emptied a hoover bag on my chin. Anyway he is a great guy … Continue reading
I love souvenirs. My mate Geoff bought me this and I think the cart is happier than ever. He even left the price on to let me know how much he cares.
Not exactly sure what he does but I see him everyday. He stands around telling people about respect or waving a friendly hello to the Rupert Street familiar. One day the wind robbed me in broad daylight sending a flutter … Continue reading
“Oi tell me bruv, tell me yeah. Where. Can. I. Get. A. Girl,” “I don’t really know.” “Aw come on bruv. You’re living life on the streets, you’re here 24/7…” “Well you could…” “You’ve got your ear to the ground, … Continue reading
Making coffee in the open air is tiring work. But with a whole host of predators stalking Soho’s streets it is imperative never to drop one’s guard. During my travels in central India I saw farm workers with faces painted … Continue reading