January 2009
A Little Peace And Quiet
Today I had the best meal I’ve had all week. Over the road from my flat in central Croydon there’s a little cafe, tucked between a Domino’s and a boarded-up nightclub, which sees barely more than ten customers a day. The decor is old; the melamine tables have fag stains, hangovers from a time before beurocracy stopped us poisoning each other, and the menus are laminated. ...
“It’s shite being Scottish! We’re the lowest of the low, the scum of...”
– Renton
