Category: Writing

A Boy On The Platform

 The smile was there, a sweat soaked melancholia had taken hold of the final hours of his journey. It was a busy midsummers day on the outskirts of Padua and all who surrounded him were in their own stories, paying very little attention to…

A Boy In Verona

The Summer months were coming to an end, so too was his journey. The final few days of his adventure had been potent, coated in a melancholic beauty. He always walked behind her. Curious to blur the lines between the film in his head,…

Road to Sziget – A Brief Prologue

“The highs and lows eventually culminated into a week of true detachment from the depressing reality of a cannibalistic world, and into the main vein of Neverland.”

Amsterdam – The City of Substance & Lack of Abuse

June 2016 It was a sticky afternoon at Schipol airport when the tyres touched down on the tarmac. As Lady Stardust and I walked past the stewardess who nodded politely at the door I had the sudden jolt of excitement that is usually only…

A Return to Form

“Hindsight memories are much prettier, once you realise that life is supposed to be fleeting. Accepting that you’ll never be able to recreate the same nights, the same stupid naivety, the same loves or the same blind spark that led so many tales before..”

We’ll Always Have Paris

Faulty Towers Pt I August 2016 On our final day in Paris we had decided to watch yet another film in the only escape pod on planet earth, the cinema. From our count, in the exact 3 months since we had started our journey…

Concrete Mattresses

” As we slowed down, narrowly avoiding her as she danced to the tune in her head, kicking her overgrown shoes with the unbridled passion of a ballet dancer, we saw her family. Perched on a crusty, pre-owned mattress— laying dormant against an anonymous wall. Her Father was resting his head back against the brickwork, exhausted. His blistered, shaky hand was holding a cut open McDonalds cup up flaccidly, in case anyone bothered to look down..”