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Gargling Cheap Wine: 3 Homerton Street

There’d been no other reason to get wasted other than we were brothers and it was Saturday. By midnight we were gargling cheap wine and the walls had rushed away. Seven sheets blew in the wind we sailed steamrollers in … Continue reading

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Brother: from the archive of 1989

I’ve got a brother, he writes songs, about junk yards – and fish. And when he goes, he leaves plectrums. Piles of plectrums. And empty bottles of Jack.  – Benjamin F Jones I am going through my old work – … Continue reading

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