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 →

Thomas Cook: A Protest Poem

This is because complaining to customer service, requesting staff be better supported to deal with bad behaviour (which costs money), or suggesting 'safety-first-flying' might come before maximising profit, would achieve nothing. So instead I resort to writing appaling poetry. Sadly, despite the best efforts of TC staff, I've still never felt so unsafe on a... 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 →

Dreaming Cat

I leave the cafe just in time for the sunshine to turn to rain. And this is not African rain. African rain is like British hailstone, only it’s made of hot pelting rain, not ice. However, African rain normally floods everything for about an hour and then stops. Today’s rain is European rain. It’s less... Continue Reading →

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