Brain Food
I’ve been a statue for a hundred years or so now. Prior to that I was a loose mixture of metals, a gang if you will. Very disorganised, a little shallow maybe, quite violent when in a heated situation. Young and unformed. Prior to that, well who knows? I don’t. Anyway, I’ve been a statue…
It’s 1976, a boy has a smoke and meets a girl He sat in the churchyard, feeling the fag packet in his pocket. He didn’t want to go home where all his relatives would have arrived in black, trying to tell him stories about his dad, coughing into sandwiches. The night before the funeral, pretending…
Today he thought he was Christ. He wasn’t Christ but today he thought he was Christ because being Christ was a great deal more interesting than Jonathan Craig Baynes of Whitchurch Avenue. Jon wasn’t mad, he was simply bored. Very, very bored looking out of the front window into the depths of Whitchurch Avenue. The…
I once had a conversation in a pub in Darwin, in the Northern Territory of Australia, during which I was threatened with a beating and told that the indigenous people were happier and better off before they had the vote and were paid in money. I was living in the town at the time, the…
We touched down on the surface of the planet we’d named, ‘Zangerlünd’ with no problems and, as usual we all pressed our noses to the portholes to get the first view of the new place. It was yellow, sandy but there were trees and flowing water. On it stood two of what I assumed must…
O’Keefe sat at the bar and told me that he was going to retire before the business killed him. As ever, he was wearing his old grey mac, sipping a stout and had just stubbed out a Carrolls cigarette before lighting another one. O’Keefe ran all the slot machines in West London. He was a…