“Till death do us part”

This article may show some upsetting images. In 1968 the words “till death do us part” where spoken in a church in Grays by my parents. Fast forward to 1996 and it was the end of their marriage. It’s painful to sit down and put pen to paper to talk about this, it was a very difficultContinue reading ““Till death do us part””

Argent Street

This is where it all started, my life, my earliest memories. A playing field overlooking the River Thames, I can remember clearly when the circus came to town and would pitch up on the grass or my dad would try to fly my fabric kite on the field. It was always a bit shit asContinue reading “Argent Street”

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