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The Pale King

The Pale King

'My shit story. Hide-and-seek, gang of neighbourhood kids, twilight. I'm running for home base and trip over decorative logs somebody bordered his driveway with and went flying and put my hands out to like shield the impact and what do you suppose happens.' 'No.'...

London riots

London riots

It is sunset, the sound of sirens is less frequent outside now in Hackney (E8), and it seems like the right time to reflect for a minute on the 'London riots'. To set some context for this, I (slightly begrudgingly) thought Penny Red's blog was very good earlier, and...

City Of Glass

City Of Glass

I say what they say because I know nothing. There was this. Dark. Very dark. As dark as very dark. They say: that was the room. Not even a window. Poor Peter Stillman. And the boom, boom, boom, the caca piles. The pipilakes. Excuse me. Anymore. There was mush food in...