Category: Writing

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..”

Berlin Begins

Never Accept the ‘Gifts’ September 2016 Berlin Berlin, it doesn’t have the same ring to it as New York, it’s not the skyscraper laden symbol of architectural beauty— but like any person your mum tries to set you up with as a teenager, it…

Funding a Culture For Roadside Prophets

“We sat there for a while and silently nodded our heads with the music, although it could’ve been the Czech beer doing most of the nodding, you couldn’t help but notice the immovable proud smile that was across his face as his lyrics vibrated into the stratosphere.”

The Void

2018 The allure of release, A loathing of peace. Detach your mind  Let the reigns fall, Answer the instincts’ beckoned call. Staring through a darkened night, I call your flicker  To spark my sight. ————————— I’ve met a fair few travellers on this road,…

The Barcelona Baptism

On the Spit

“…suddenly, the true brutes had shown themselves. The immediate wave of visceral disgust of being spat on was wrestling with the newfound disgust of hearing the words uttered under the veneer of ‘civility’. “