Chapter 5 Devils, Phones and Frights.
After a few months, I was blessed with a small bedsit in a council block. The stairs stank of urine, the carpark echoed with the sounds of drunks singing at night, the side roads were lined with heroin laden prostitutes plying their trade; but it was home and I was grateful for a roof over my… Continue reading Chapter 5 Devils, Phones and Frights.
