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Gay Day

Boarding the train, I went one way for a seat and John the other, where he took a single seat.  I sat beside a bearded young man who kept looking at me furtively.  Opposite was a boy who said we … Continue reading

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New Kitchen and Bathroom

In June Sarah, frontwoman, Nigel, the boss, and Lloyd came to persuade me to have a new kitchen and bathroom, making the specifications which Lloyd drew from, to show how it’d look, he adding there’d be more space, the decider, … Continue reading

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Gay London Pride

I’ve virtually stopped writing, even blogs, but am feeling compelled to as if there’s something worth in the occasion. The gang arrived to take me to Gay Pride. Charles, over from Paris for a court case, had a scar above … Continue reading

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Absconder

When I got up naked from bed, I heard my name called but there was no one at the door or kitchen window or outside on the balcony; John was in the bathroom. “How did you get in?” By duplicate … Continue reading

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John’s Visit

John phoned, complaining I hadn’t answered time before. “I was hulling strawberries in the kitchen.” He could have any amount of sex he wanted in prison, he said. I went to meet him off the train as he wanted, missing … Continue reading

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Tim’s Party

Because I’d missed meeting John off the train, he’d the opportunity to ask my neighbour Diana for a cigarette and be told to fuck off. “Can’t a convict cadge a fag any more?” he complained, finding it difficult to take … Continue reading

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New Neighbour Enters with a Splash

I heard thuds as he was moving in. When I was going out, he was coming towards me from the stairwell, presumably after doing something downstairs, out the back. “Hi,” I said, “I’m John.” “H,” he replied, not stopping. Another … Continue reading

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