A Story For Sunday: SMUDGE

‘No one gets out of life without dirtying their hands,’ said Jeff ‘Smudge’ May, watching the steam rise from his muddy coffee. Fitz just nodded and started digging into his bacon and eggs with all the enthusiasm of an ex-con in a bordello. The Star Coffee Bar was stiflingly hot and cluttered with the usual

The Friend Catcher

The morning after Sarah killed her father, the air tasted like lead and the sky was gun metal grey. She stared out of the window of her East London flat, barely focusing on the rows of concrete blocks being smudged by the Autumn rain. The ensuing days of gloom collided with weeks and the weeks

The Man From Esperanto BY PAUL D. BRAZILL

So, you’re in Warsaw’s Esperanto district hiding from an obscenely large, bullet-headed man wielding a baseball bat. In a pizza oven. And, to paraphrase the singer David Byrne, you might ask yourself –how the fuck did I get here? Sir Arthur Conan Doyle once described London as being a ‘great cesspool into which the flotsam and

A Story For Sunday: Sleeping It Off

The sound is a thump, thump, thump that goes on and on and on, over and over again and drags me by my lapels into consciousness. I open my eyes and shards of sunlight slice through the blinds. Squinting, I focus on the worn Francoise Hardy poster on the wall and the familiar red flock

A Song For Saturday: Hold Me by Peter Hall

Peter Hall may not be a familiar name to most of you but hopefully that will soon change, as he is an incredibly talented musician, that is just waiting to be discovered. Some may recognize the name as the person  behind the wonderful band Play People who first recorded two EP’s on the brilliant This Almighty Pop! label run

A Song For Saturday: Bachelor Kisses by The Go-Betweens

A Story For Sunday: Never One To Do Things By Half by Beau Johnson

  ‘He knows he’s fucked the moment I ask if it should be Agent Brand I call him now, or would it be better if we still went with Hank.  I tell him I can’t do Ryan though, a name I just couldn’t comprehend when I looked at his face.’ Read the rest here at