Catford, Graffiti And A Girl Called Lucy

by | May 22, 2012 | Uncategorized

Graffiti these days can be pretty sophisticated but when I was growing up it was almost purely about sloganeering. Where today’s graffitist packs a dust mask and a bag of spray cans in all colours, back in the seventies their only equipment was a bucket of whitewash...

Railing Against Time

If you’ve read Attention All Shipping you might recall how my mum’s family was bombed out of Silvertown on the first day of the Blitz in September 1940, fleeing on a motorbike with bombs dropping all around them. Well, after a peripatetic war they were housed...

An Addick In Exile

This is a piece I wrote for the Charlton v Hartlepool programme today, the day Charlton were presented with the League One Championship trophy. There are many wrenches when you leave your home country to settle in another but for me by far the hardest separation has...

Thank you, strange bedfellow

When I first went to university I had to share a room with a complete stranger. Not just a flat, a bathroom or a kitchen – a room. A cock-up with numbers had meant that a bunch of people would have to share for the first few weeks until separate accommodation...