Wednesday 28 August 2013

once i was walking through soho to meet a friend and a man sitting on the street yelled, "where did ya get that lovely red hair from, scotland or ireland?" "from a box", i said, and i gave him a cigarette and joined him on the curb and we smoked together. i went home early that night feeling stupid and poor and exceptionally nostalgic. my father is scottish, his father is irish. i'm from the midlands but at that time i was living in london because like all other teenagers i was lost. so many displaced people in one city. it could never feel like home.

Wednesday 21 August 2013

current mood status: i feel like drinking bleach