It's another high society funeral What you gonna wear? Gonna make it look like you care Like you've been crying since dawn for the guy you met once At a club Too late to devote A love... read more
Written on a Night Bus from Liverpool Street to Ealing, first published in Islington Zine, a project by CSV/Springboard that Kirsty used to faciliate. It felt so exclusive to ride through... read more
HARDCORE, first published in Book Club Boutique's summer anthology, 2010. I was never as hardcore as you Your behaviour was totally new Never seen in London... read more
WRITTEN FOR A DIESEL SPONSORED SOLSTICE EVENT IN SHOREDITCH, SUMMER 2010.♣♣♣ Come druids, come ravers, chancers and poets Up all night fiends and toothless lovers of Moet ... read more
Billy was a dancer Billy was a player Billy Billy Billy was a rock n roll sinner His talk was higher than mountains, His stride could stretch cartoon No one knew his comedowns were from the... read more
This was written for a special night Burlesque for Breast Cancer night at the Book Club Boutique. Wah Tit, Wah Tit, Wah Tit I'm a baby just born and I want it Mummy milk, booby feed I dream... read more
Might as well face it...Addicted to Botox I keep my hood up to protect my identity My problem is I think I am a celebrity Crippled by heels & burnt by hair tongs... read more
Wigan - Saturday night,Satan's Piss - pound a shot You can fuck and fight me for free. Sunday - Leigh, pie-slop povertyA pram is the only accessory you need Is this a different country?... read more