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.
Friday, June 30, 2017
As I am now kept alive by a cocktail of drugs should I want to end it all I would simply underdose.