Terry sat in his usual seat, tucked away in the corner of the saloon bar in ‘The Main and Tail’, nursing a pint of stout. The sound of the clock echoed in the large empty space, the fireplace bare of flame, the bar bare of customers. Lily was making herself busy tidying behind the bar,… Continue reading CHANGES


John bounds downstairs, hair hanging in eyes, bag over shoulder. ‘Come on we’ll miss it.’ They dive onto the bus as it turns the corner, Lydia hanging by a strap, John gripping the pole while paying the clippie. It’s dark in Soho’s backstreets and Lydia holds John’s duffle coat for fear of falling. ‘Here it… Continue reading JAMMING