I managed only to brush past the closing doors of the train at Sheffield station. I didn’t have time to look back onto the platform, I was too consumed by checking that my hands were clasped around the correct bag. Lilac and denim, with turquoise straps, just like they said. Continue reading Trains
Rocking up looking like Kelly Clarkson, circa 2006.
My head literally wants to tear itself off of my own body though.
Help me, heeeeelp, there’s a rabid badger clawing at my scalp! Continue reading Dear Wanker-Hairdresser, (Barry Saga, Part One)
Voicemail from Brigitte, received at 7.30am: ‘…just get home in one piece. I can’t wait to hold you.’ Continue reading Pieces
The original piece that inspired ‘Pieces’ Continue reading Grandparents in London
Have you heard of Slender Man? He asks me.
Slender Man. The name, so mysterious and inhuman, seduces my conscious. What man deserves such a title? Continue reading My Demon