it was more like winning the lottery with a ticket I hadn’t realised I’d bought.
I guess I always imagined his androgynous stage presence to be derived from a spoiled home counties up bringing
Ready? Now close your eyes and try and hear a car tyre slowly driving over the pile of broken glass.
INDEPENDENCE DAY A Brexit Essay by Kevin Bonfield "Independence day! It's fucking independence day!" I'm sure he actually did a little jump of joy as he repeated himself, adding "We get our fucking country back." There's a burning inside my head. It's not tears, they've been and gone. I can feel the heat in my... Continue Reading →