Tristan Hazell lives and works in the shadow of the Westway on Portobello Road. What follows is a collection of observations, reviews, social comment, fiction, poetry, art criticism and more. Much of it is fiction and some of it will offend someone somewhere, I hope.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
She said write me a poem anything will do I don't care if it is doggerel
I said I can't I am stuck and the baby's eaten my paper she said: Just write the fucker