Holloway Road, London. A little man in Reeboks has just beaten the shit out of his girlfriend in the street below our office. He screamed at her for five minutes as she cowered in their car, then dragged her out … Continue reading
It’s Saturday morning in my college house. I wake up, my head banging with hangover. The pillow is cold and hard and white. It’s not actually a pillow; it’s the downstairs bathroom floor. I stand, painfully, climb to my feet … Continue reading
The guy was bulky and shaven headed, walking two pit bull puppies on the thin strip of grass at the bottom of the block of flats. The puppies scampered around us, inquisitive, baring tiny, needle-sharp teeth. ‘Their names are Mayhem … Continue reading
When I was fourteen, to make myself awesome at a party, I brazenly smoked two cigarettes at once. Bensons, I’m talking about – none of your half-arsed Silk Cut crap. And, as if by magic, a young lady walked right … Continue reading
I used to be scared of the dark when I was a kid. When I camped out for the night in the summer house, I always made sure I had my knife by my side, ready to defend myself against … Continue reading
When I was thirteen, I practised stealthily dropping items into my sleeve all day before heading off to the local fair to steal things. It went okay until, several keyrings and badges down, I decided to graduate to a pen. … Continue reading