I have lived a life of breaking rules and not accepting norms… and I want my writing to be the same. I want to mix poetry and prose and through in some sketches and use paintings for front covers. …

What is it they say, lucky in life, unlucky in love — or something like that. I seem to be unlucky in life, love and cards, and hence my drawing, each Queen of Hearts representing a failed relationship. With Abi, it started so promisingly, so too Sonia. But over time…

I’ve only been in one proper long-term relationship, my life mainly single shags in random beds, toilets and cars. I think I’m a commitment-phoebe, always wanting many things, including women, to be running at the same time. If something stops or fails, there is always something else I can concentrate…

Now you know where I’m from, which generation I’m part of and my political leanings. I’m a guy, a man boy, a person with a pocket rocket, but I’m also a grieving father. My son Max, died six years ago. I’m a father to my eleven-year-old daughter, Tiffany, who I…

I have progressed to the bus stop in my isolated seaside town and where there is little to do but get high or drunk or fight or fuck. The only way to get ahead . . . get out. Career options are a fallacy of declining factory jobs. Sea front…

The UK is where I’m from but it does not define who I am. Let me spell it out what I really think about the island I call home. The wealth gap is getting bigger by the day. Is it right that many pensioners have more disposable income than those…

I’m walking down the stairs of the place I call work, which could be renamed hell. As I leave as fast as possible, I’m making plans for tonight, this weekend. I’m a call centre operator. What a shitty title. I have just finished reading a customer complaint; I will respond…

It’s just gone 6pm on a Friday night, the end of my work week and this is going to be one week in my life. You might find me adversarial as I challenge your ethics and belief systems with my morals. Maybe what I say will discomfort you as it’s…

None of Indira Stamford’s friends or family knew her secret, not even Lucy and Emma. All assumed that when she left home early in the morning that she commuted to an accountancy job in London — how wrong they were. Indira didn’t use her surname for business dealings as that…