Across the tracks and proud of it

I have lived pretty much my entire life across the tracks from this world, it’s a place that’s always at odds with whatever goes for the status quo. It’s difficult to recall at what point I realised that this was an entirely good thing and ceased to be a place of torment, but there haveContinue reading “Across the tracks and proud of it”

We live in worlds apart

It is perhaps quite hard to think it through and see it, or even believe it, but, none the less, we do. Our lives are as unique as our finger prints, we’ve all (almost, which kind of makes a point) got them, but they are each unique. I have a friend, Charlotte Hughes, who livesContinue reading “We live in worlds apart”