by Jacqueline Downs
It was the summer of 1976 when we set fire to David McIntyre. Round the back of Brockwell Lido, bushes hiding us from the expanse of the park. Every now and then it comes back to me. [read more…]
Mar 132012
Smoke 16
Mar 122012
Rumours that recreational drug use at Smoke HQ is now endemic and beginning to seriously impact on the production schedule were yesterday and today meanderingly denied by a spokesdude. [see more…]
Mar 102012
by Matt Haynes
It’s hard to believe that it’s over ten years now since I first found myself gazing out wistfully over the Ethelred Estate from the top floor of a house just off Lambeth Walk still part-owned by Lambeth Council and wondering why there seemed to be so many helicopters around these days. [read more…]
Mar 082012
by Jane Woodham
We were a typical twosome: Tracey with her big red hair and matching mouth, and me, the sidekick, the quiet blonde one who encouraged from the sideline. We were mates because we liked the same band; it was all we had in common, but it was enough. [read more…]
Mar 082012
by Alex Farebrother-Naylor
Modern Pub
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Mar 072012
Number 1
Cat with drawing pin for nose [see more…]
Mar 072012
… on her way through Newington Gardens that morning, Fiona suddenly realised that life on Earth would never be the same again [read more…]
Mar 062012
by Jude Rogers
In Mile End Park, they queue for five minutes of love. [read more…]
Mar 042012
by Matt Haynes
There is, Doctor Johnson once observed, no more agreeable a place for an Englishman to unexpectedly find himself stuck than within the four sturdy walls of a well-kept public house: “Sir, give a man a pint of strong dark ale, an audience of keen-witted peers, and the promise of a plump and willing wench at the end of the evening, and a simple and profound contentment will be his.” [read more…]
Mar 022012
… and those long summer evenings in Ladywell Fields.
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