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I get another invitation to go back to the sister of stuffs house while She’s away in Berlin. Of course Continue reading
I get another invitation to go back to the sister of stuffs house while She’s away in Berlin. Of course Continue reading
I wake to the sight of a dead weight musician lying slumped on the sofa surrounded by fags, booze and Continue reading
When you are a guest in someone else’s house and you find yourself overwhelmed by their relationship with their habiliments. Continue reading
Here is like being home surrounded by my things, only they are not mine, not my things but they remind Continue reading
I voyaged into the depths of Splott with the attitude that “wherever I laid my hat was my home”. It Continue reading
Almost a year ago I set out to see what it would be like to live without a home and Continue reading