One of those mornings when you feel as though you’ve got the streets of Hackney all to yourself, but for a couple of shadows. When the sun is shining and you’re lucky enough to get the best seat in the coffee-house. When all there is to do is read the papers and buy flowers and hatch plans for the night-time.
she was sittin’ in the silver spoon café.
i started to keep going,
but something made me stop –
she used to love me a lot.
made. The laws that lay down who should be loved, and how.