‘you’re like a caravan of gypsies with all this crap to drag around.’

He was more like his sister than he knew, as the sea is sometimes like the sky, and reflective of it.

the kind of looks that appeal to all sexes and all ages,

Edith Sitwell.

He said he supposed he was now in a version of the film Stand By Me.

You can sense the atmosphere of good feeling, the growth of excitement.

As if on cue, the gap closed up and John Cooper Clarke appeared onstage to do his ‘Fuck’ poem.

It isn’t always the fittest who survive, but the people who have the information, those who clock the exits. I could find in relentless occupation what I could never find in helplessness: a way through.

if looks were bullets,