The Big Red Button

The Big Red Button

The Big Red Button It appeared on the high street on a Wednesday morning; nobody knew where it came from. A red button atop a plain, black box. Above the button was a sign, upon which, written in bold, red capital letters were these words: DO NOT UNDER ANY...
Whatever Happens At 4am

Whatever Happens At 4am

Whatever Happens At 4am Somewhere in the fug of the night amid the din of the music and swaying bodies and narrow shafts of jagged white light that criss-cross and flash in fit inducing intermittence above the heads and across the sweaty walls, you walk with a stagger...
A morning without care in the middle of nowhere

A morning without care in the middle of nowhere

A morning without care in the middle of nowhere I was the first to wake up most days, a fact that’s always filled me with an irrational and frankly pointless sense of pride. This was one of those mornings. It was difficult to know exactly what time it was, the clock...