The dull, wet December 2015 darkness made the front room and the scattered belongings, packing boxes and old furniture within it, even more sad and dreary than it actually was. The faint glow of Christmas lights shone from behind the closed blinds that kept the outside world, outside. Hanging alone from the top dead centre […]
It was wrapped in a huge, light blue, plastic tarpaulin and cocooned around the edges in cheap rolls of light brown packing tape that kept the gaps closed. I looked at it one last time before I made the final wrap and slowly the dark brown leather disappeared into mummification for what I thought would […]
I am sat in a field in Northern France. I’m not moving at all, it is silent and I can see the rolling, green and pleasant countryside for miles in just about all directions. Looking left I can see a beautiful, resplendent old stone farm complex with pale blue wooden shutters keeping out the […]
It is windy outside. It is howling around the bedroom window of the 15th Century building that my friends are allowing me to stay in with them while my life starts to slowly settle itself into a new single, bankrupt and as yet, unemployed life. The wind is making its way through the gaps in […]
There is a man in my home town, (I say ‘home town’ but increasingly I am beginning to believe that my time there is counting down to another move away from bitter memories and toward a fresh start) that collects spiders and moths in jars from around the town centre. A tall, dark, chiselled jawed […]
The ramblings of a bankrupt. 