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My stories

On Chester Way

By ralph on Fri, 24 Mar 2006

I wish that there was no Bloomsbury, Guy Clarke, cocaine and you. I wish you never walked the foyer, Orange sweater, Marlboro bound. Cho Cho¦. I wish there was no NHD, Little fingers on a diet coke.
Autobiography
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The Bulldog Bites

By ralph on Wed, 15 Mar 2006

The Bulldog Bites It was my 42nd birthday last week. It's a good age I think. I'm still young and feisty enough to consider world domination, but mature enough to realise that it will never happen. Anyway, in my mind, I'll always be 25 and that's that.
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Appetite

By ralph on Sat, 11 Mar 2006

So it's just the pills and me. Guy Clarke, Prefab Sprout. Silk Cut. The rain scratching windows, of a Saturday night. I could pick up the phone. Talk to a friend. In LA. Basildon. Wakefield.
Autobiography
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Scarf

By ralph on Tue, 28 Feb 2006

These shoes won't make it. From Kennington to Walthamstow. My heart is a Friday alfresco, of sodium aches. There's ballyhooed buses. The road kebab greyed, now blue sirens and blood. Will I ever get some sleep?
Autobiography
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In A Wince

By ralph on Mon, 20 Feb 2006

Roaring around the room, ripping skin off my face. This change in the weather, has no sense of place. Jacking up on the telephone, just to mainline her voice. Butt my head on any old table, denying her freedom and choice
Autobiography
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