A Cup of Sin
From thought to paper to keyboard to the virtual world to the real. Your imagination is only limited by you.
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Lines as long as lines can get without becoming a fire hazard had formed in front of every cashier - human and digital – at the large cinema.The air smelt like a concoction of stale popcorn, perfume and the occasional whiff of pizza floated up from the…
In the not so countryside just pass Greater London there is a small cul de sac which sits in the middle of almost nowhere – between fields of undecided green and yellow and woods that hadn’t quite matured to the status of forests. In the garden of one of…
Every weekday morning in a corner of Greater London – like every other part of Britain at that exact time – the parents rush to get their children to school. The mums (and some dads) of this particular suburb walk up to the tiny side gates of the infants…
Walking down a small street lined with houses and the large gate of an all girl’s school in the middle of West London was a tall woman with short white hair streaked with bits of light green and crescent moon glasses. She wore a denim vest – which sported…
They sat across from each other with content smiles on their faces. The sky outside had gone dark and the cafe staff began to light candles as a soft jazz number playfully danced on the speakers. The room was empty as they looked around, the lighting was…
Down the steps to a basement bar in West London dances a young man, alone. He ignores the giggling twenty-somethings stumbling across the dance floor bathed in lights that change colour, and scoffs at the boys demanding their drinks at the bar. He spends…
Everyday we are treated to characters of unique dispositions – some of them delightful, some almost terrifying and some so fantastically odd you’d be half convinced that they’d just stepped out of a child’s storybook! Only in a city as wonderful as London…
Over the past few months I have indeed been spending far too much time going out and far too little time actually blogging – or writing for that matter. So – with the help of a friend – I have come up with a way to put two of my favourite pass times…
