Bird rage

I never feel my week has truly started until I've been repeatedly told to fuck off by an angry stranger. Judged on those terms, my week starts at 9.22 on Monday evening. The man – sixtyish, white, ruddy-faced – is angry. That much is clear. His train (it’s my train too, but that’s by the … Continue reading Bird rage


Urban haven

The week has passed windily. If you find a blue sock, it’s mine. Wednesday lunchtime saw me walking down West Norwood High Street carrying one shoe. The circumstances aren’t important – all you need to know is that yes, I was also wearing a pair on my feet. This was a surplus shoe. In a … Continue reading Urban haven