When I started a two-week placement at TfL in Victoria, I knew at best what most people know about Transport for London. What more was there to it?
She said, “That white bitch standing there disrespecting the black woman and you right there going along with her.” I said, you what?
How much of loving someone is wanting to be with them? Wanting to be seen with them?
Upwardly mobile gay photographer, Karl, has trouble uncovering the finer feelings of coarse young raver, Donovan, who is initially only after a quick fumble under the sheets without his girlfriend finding out. Boy with Beer is a touching story of love between two men.
My Royalist mother would have been smiling down at me from her seat on the right-hand side of God, as the taxi arrived to pick me up to meet the Queen at Buckingham Palace. Today would have been her seventy-third birthday, so I hope she’s still smiling down at me as I write this little missive.
Years ago, I wrote a one-off TV drama on a fast track programme for budding UK writers, headed by Jane Tranter, then at Channel 5. The story of an up-and-coming actor stalked by a crack smoking South London cabbie was loosely based on real events.