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Things That Don’t Matter 2: The X Factor

By ralph on Sat, 13 Oct 2007

I’m sitting here, listening to the great Amy Winehouse. What a rare talent she is, a classic voice that sings beautifully crafted pop songs.
Opinion
Non-fiction
Certificate U

I'll think I'll call it 'Appetite'

By ralph on Fri, 05 Oct 2007

So it's just history and me. Guy Clarke, Prefab Sprout. Silk Cut. The rain scratching windows, of a Friday night. I could pick up the phone. Talk to a friend. In LA. CA. Basildon.
Autobiography
Certificate U

On Hackney Road

By ralph on Thu, 04 Oct 2007

Just going for a walk. A hungry boy. Amphetamine eyes. Through the dark. The drizzled, slant streets of this city. The finest city. With the near dead dogs, wailing. The painted up girls,
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Chocolate Digestives and Everything: Part 1

By ralph on Sat, 29 Sep 2007

Good evening everybody and welcome to the first of these Tuesday night newcomers meeting of Cocaine Anonymous in Stepney.
Autobiography
Story
Certificate 15

Of Peasoup and Piracy: (Butlers Wharf Winter 1962)

By ralph on Thu, 27 Sep 2007

I have investment here. Over the knots of a century. It’s bound around the fraying years, on a cold cleat of memory. So loosen time and pull boys. Flex the sinews, let’s heave away.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

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