I wish I’d learned that being individual would be so much more important than fitting in. But these things take time, and with age comes wisdom… Here’s one of my earlier memories of school, and when I first realised that I didn’t fit the mould like everyone else. ***************** When I started secondary school,… Continue reading The Bag and the Boots.
Waiting for Ryan all day was shit. Although I couldn’t help but think it must be shitter to go to work after sleeping in a car. Ryan said everyone else would smoke in their vans, they’d spent a £10 a day on lunch and muck around. They laughed at his lowly tins of soup but… Continue reading 9 – The Diary