This homeless bloke walks into a bar...

Friday, 28 October 2011



I finished at the gym and stepped out into one of those dark Scarborough nights that smells like frost and dry leaves.
I walked through the empty high street and up towards the bus stop. A man was slumped, surrounded by bags stuffed with his belongings, in the doorway of the bank. He noticed me looking at him.
“You couldn't spare a quid for a coffee could ya?”

Pigeonwrist

Saturday, 8 October 2011


You know your last night in Bangkok is going to be good when it begins with vicious local rum and a free tattoo.