I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

ahnaf abrar

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

that looks like my instagram account

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

Pimlico Rats

send your tumblr

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

i have read not even 1 book

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

not so on: yvf(wthw)

brb i will read and reply sincerely

is everyoneback on tumblr now

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

It Will Get Lighter

its good

you have a beautiful account btw

what do you mean