Monthly Archives: November 2011

Frankie’s head’s in a vice Dad goes on and on about drugs Gettin into bother with the bizzies, worryin your ma half ter death. Frank’s not in the mood for his advice. What about me brother? Drinking pints and you … Continue reading →

He’d lost Corinne hours before, down the Red Room, already drunk a load of vodka when he meets Mac at Liquid – he’s purple in the light Hey – Frankie man, want some Special K? he flashes a smile, Aye, … Continue reading →

He grabs his jacket, his cash, his stash hitches up his kecks and heads down Westgate Hill. The wind blows his muttered swear words from under his breath. He’s walking fast to keep warm. Out of the dark a young … Continue reading →

Haway – mt in Pub @8 B THERE! Frankie’s mam says Don’t be late back she takes a pull on her tab she looks at Frankie Yer will be back? Aye mam – divvent fret Paddy’s combing his hair in … Continue reading →

He calls on Mac the dealer to buy some Tac. Mac was in the year above Frankie he never bothers with school these days. His fingers are tattooed Love and Hate in inky blue he’s got massive ears and a … Continue reading →

Frank’s in a giant swimming pool swimming and swimming and swimming but the other side doesn’t get any closer the air is bluegreen, it shimmers shapes shift and change. He’s on a diving board clouds drift round his feet or … Continue reading →

is dark, and smells of tabs. Her fingers are stained, her teeth are brown, her mouth turns down, like she disapproves of everything. Everyone’s careful what they say, she takes offence dead easy, her tongue will cut you like a … Continue reading →

He sees dark wet footprints along the side the canoes stacked like logs all those other swimmers – are they wondering about him ? Outside the north wind blows, over the river there’s a church steeple in Swalwell inside it … Continue reading →

is what he remembers: did he like it? or was this feeling Hate? Frankie didn’t like Ned, his breath smelling of smoke like Nana’s house; he kept thinking of yellowing net curtains. His roughness and impatience the bulge in his … Continue reading →