Stone at his Finest!
How long can you get away with saying ‘This place ain’t my home’!
You see, London is a special and somewhat captivating place. Maybe the pride and my inability to let go is because it’s our capital; or maybe it’s because walking along Downing Street, or around Camden, or through Soho, or across the West End; is magic!
Just wandering through these places is an overwhelming experience for me!
Whatever the maybe’s, all these years later, London is still my home
But as much as I like the ring that comes with saying ‘I’m from London’, London is also largely a shed and I grew up in the middle of the compost heap, right next to the rusty axe!
The Royal Borough was a saying ‘Darling’, not a known entity…
And 20 years ago, Wayne was at the school gates with a sawn off shot gun, he was there for his girl, and this was London love and life!
Lovely… Read the rest of this entry
We were destined to meet whether you like it or not; but what you do with us now is entirely up to you. I have laid myself bare, my limitations and my overt desire for you are on the table. Are you gonna flip it like you normally do? Or are you gonna try and pull the tablecloth off again? I hope not because you are shit at it! And the crockery savings pot is ebbing away by the day
My ancestors laid lines! Lines!
But they were off course and missed the boat. Granddad always missed the boat, mainly cos of the pretty girl standing next to him at the ticket office! Little Casinova that he was!
The boat set sail from the port for the 20th time, but again, we missed each other…
Then there was war, I woke up determined to walk a million miles to your roots, but when I pulled the curtains back I saw the horror, the little girl from next door was; well she was…in pieces and her hand was lying on my doorstep when I opened the door to leave! Read the rest of this entry