Luther Vandross

Jun 282012

The girl stands on the Westfield escalator at 11 p.m. Luther Vandross sings to her, only her, through far-off speakers. Her heart is full of love, her nostrils full of TCP.

Looking back through the clouds…

The Ghost of Tooting Bec Common

by Kevin Acott
Normans from Bec ended up in Streatham, as everyone does, and – having bought some cheap Bulgarian shaving foam in Lidl, a samosa in the Somalian internet cafe and a can of aloe vera-infused iced tea in Chicken Cottage – settled on Tooting Common, building a swimming pool but running out of money before they could get the roof done. Having integrated with a tribe of eternally disappointed warriors known as Palisfans, they effectively disappeared, leaving behind only the name and the infamous South West London shoulder shrug. [read more...]