YOU DO SEE LIFE IN SOHO

The two young men stared out of the open window, down onto the street below. They were on the first floor of a three-storey building in Gerard Street, Soho. The building had a basement. The basement had been converted to a quality recording studio, complete with luxurious carpets and a gleaming Steinway grand piano. On…


2 PINTS OF LAGER AND A PACKET OF CRISPS PLEASE

It was 7:30 PM when I stepped out of my house, turned right at the bottom of the garden and walked down Herbert Terrace and onto Herbert Road. The late June sun was still shining and it was warm. I was heading towards Sandy Hill, which would take me down to Woolwich. Approaching the Lord…


SEVEN WORDS THAT CHANGED MY LIFE

Ten weeks after breaking my neck I was lying in a hospital bed — paralysed from the shoulders down — propped up on pillows and trying to write. My legs were dead and my arms had limited movement. I could no longer wiggle my fingers. My hands were useless, so I threaded a fibre-tipped pen…


The Lusty Lovers

THE LOVERS “Get this up your fucking snatch,” — flashes his huge cock, hand gripping the shaft and waggling it from side to side. It was a whopper. At least nine inches and thick. “Tasty, ain’t it Darling…?” “Oh Mickey, I love it,” his girlfriend said, licking her lips. She lay back on the settee,…


The Argument

“WHAT THE FUCK’R YOU TALKING ABOUT!” “THAT SLAG DOWN THE FUCKING ROAD!” “SHE’S NOT A SLAG … SHE’S SOPHISTICATED, NOT LIKE YOU, YA BITCH!” “SOPHISTICATED … IS THAT WHAT YOU CALL HER?! SHE’S NOTHING MORE THAN A TRUMPED UP HUSBAND THIEF!” “YEA … WELL … AT LEAST SHE DON’T GO WHORING IT ALL OVER THE…


QUE SERA, SERA, WHATEVER WILL BE WILL BE

I’m sick of this life, being pushed around at work, squeezed like a lemon by the government, the banks charging whatever they like for doing practically nothing, the Bank of England interest rate at a ridiculously low level and stock markets crashing all over the world. Tell me one banker that’s been jailed for incompetence…


THE GESTAPO-ESQUE AUTHORITARIANISM OF THE UNIT MANAGER

I watch the sun rising through a distant mist as I gaze through the panoramic windows of St Patrick’s Ward here in the Spinal Unit of Stoke Mandeville Hospital. It is 7:45 AM. The night staff have just left. The day staff are now on duty. I’m laying on my left side, leaning on my…


Tired of Living but Scared of Dying

The alarm rings at 6:55 AM. I’m already awake I’m awake most mornings when the alarm rings. I slowly open my eyes. My head feels as if I’m in a hospital recovery room, coming round after an operation. I’m almost comatose. I can’t think properly. My wife opens the curtains. Daylight burns into my eyes….


Harry Taylor and his thankless child

Harry Taylor closed his computer and stepped away from his desk. It was Friday and the time was 4:30 PM. He had been working hard on the Kingston deal, which if successful would secure the prosperity of his company for at least another three years. What Harry wanted more than anything was a quiet weekend….


Vincent

A nightmare woke him. He opened his eyes and squinted. Memories of fire and screaming. Sounds of popping and crackling. The room was dark. Was that a real noise he had heard? Maybe it was a dream? He thought it had come from the passage beyond the bedroom door. Stayed in bed listening. Perhaps it…