People look at me when I’ve got my phone out, and they’re like, how’ve you got one of those? And I say ‘I’m homeless, not dead’. George had the look of a deer that had braved the headlights, escaped to safety, and turned to a companion, eye-bulge on the wain, appreciative of how close to […]Read more "George"
“Just because you’re homeless doesn’t mean that you’re stupid, or deserve it.” Coming back from the train station yesterday we ran into a guy who, well, looked unhinged. He was skittish, asking for money for a taxi and refusing my apologetic replacement offer of food, and seemed to be dancing on the brink of doing […]Read more "Shelter?"
It occurred to me, maybe 2 weeks into my month-long intensive language course, that I didn’t really care about perfecting my Spanish. I sat in the classroom next-door to the upmarket dressmakers and let my eyes wander out of the window, choosing to pay scant attention to the discussion around me about the differences between […]Read more "Ventas station is empty"
I’m lost, I’m broke; I’m level I know that runners sit alongside vegans and guitar solo enthusiasts as the most tedious dinner party guests – always reeling off regimes, equipment, speeds and figures that mean nothing to anyone – but what can I say? I’m one of them. I don’t know where my professional […]Read more "Feet forward"
Ronald’s five strands of hair were pulled backwards, high, to give the impression of depth, but his tendency to bow his head and stare at you through his good eye mid-conversation ruined the already weak illusion. His stomach fought its way out of his aviation jacket in two distinct bulges, though he tended to caress […]Read more "Ronald"
Women in prostitution don’t have it easy. The majority have been raped and / or sexually assaulted, probably entered into the trade as a minor, and are likely to have a serious substance abuse problem. There’s little guarantee that they’re selling sex voluntarily, and a substantial chance that they suffer from harassment and emotional blackmail […]Read more "Don’t ‘end demand’ for prostitution. Make it safer instead"
After discovering an author, or an artist, or a musician that I’m crazy about – I’m talking find-any-opportunity-to-mention-their-book/song/show-crazy – I often like to buzz around my social networks and see which of my peers feel similarly. You know, for solidarity. A simple search on Twitter can tell me who else follows them. An acquaintance studying […]Read more "I don’t want to know everything about my favourite artists"