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Broken Saturday Night
Wet, half-sober, tired and bored. The meaninglessness of Saturday night for a disillusioned thirty-something.
I sit up in bed with my hand over my eyes. The shards of sunlight, shining through the open window and the scream of a scooter from the street below make me wince. Through my fingers the black and white poster of the singer Morrissey looks down on me with pity from the bedroom wall. I return the look with remorse and regret.
A struggling writer works in a cafe and discovers a secret business operating in his workplace.
A Thousand Signatures
I’ve always wanted to get married and live a gay American dream; a queer version of my parents marriage which is still going on strong.
Anonymous Hotel Work
Today I am at a famous London hotel. All complete bollocks as I stare into the abyss of the staff changing room, with the smell of BO and shoe polish all too prevalent.
Drunk: Faecal Adventures on Public Transport
Laurence’s drunk adventures on London public transport turns messy as he and his underpants are left in a compromising predicament.
Ginger Syrians, or ‘Gyrians’ as we know them are not just a curiosity in Aleppo, but a phenomenon. Michael Stark writes about drinking culture in Syria.
The bad neighbour Trevor
Unemployment and the consequences of action with the neighbour Trevor.