I started work on the book Blood Sucking Freak in 1998. I was twenty-four years old. I had visited New York City a few times prior to that, but by the time 1999 rolled around, I was flying in and out of town on a regular basis. I had made …
It’s a vile Valentine’s Day evening, cold and wet, perfect conditions for contracting pneumonia. Yet the motley crew gathered beneath the Brutalist edifice of Kensington Town Hall remain stoic in adversity. A couple of volunteers wander through the crowd offering placards on sticks proclaiming: ‘Justice for Grenfell: We Demand The …
When I penned a story for DJmagazine in the suite I had hired in the Chelsea Hotel, I wrote the following: ‘If you’re into beat culture, the Chelsea is just somewhere you have to go in the course of your life, like maybe Mecca or Graceland… You’ll find that if …
