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About London

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

Thoughts on Ilford Delta 100

First stop, I’m off to a job on Cranbrook Road. Just a simple tree trimming gig. Easy peasy, right? Wrong! I get there, and the tree is like, “Nah, mate, I’m not going down without a fight.” It’s this massive oak, roots all tangled up like my headphones after a long day. I’m up there, saw in hand, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash. I look down, and some bloke’s knocked over a bin. Classic Ilford, right?

Ilford woman killed in crash 'outside her front door'