Drugs: War on Poverty

I've been traveling for about twenty hours when I climb out of the metro train. So at first I think I'm daydreaming when a man offers me Oxycodone on the street corner. I politely decline and keep walking. Then I notice a woman on the ground smoking from a crack pipe. I try not to... Continue Reading →

Work

After working all night giving out more meds and blankets than really saving any lives I find cigarettes and co amoxiclav in the A&E toilets where the addicts have been shooting up moments after we attempt to fix them. My septic man who thinks he's in Iran is right about life when he pulls out... Continue Reading →

#1 Spice

'Bring the flavour to the fish, Bring the flavour to the rice ... Number one spice' Queen of Katwe's soundtrack to Kampala, Uganda's vibrant capital, is a homily to the flavour-giving qualities of Lake Victoria salt. But the word 'spice' has a wholly different meaning in Northern British cities. This kind of spice adds flavour... Continue Reading →

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