Too Few or Too Many?

  Bickers saunters into the office, all casual like. He sprays his hands with disinfectant, pops his tablet out and starts to type.He’s a freelance we use sometimes, total nerd, fanatic on certain topics. He’s got OCD. He hates the expression, if you say “OCD” to him he responds with “Obsessive Compulsive Disorder”, he repeats…

Few’s London: Out Of Our Deptford. Chapter 6.

  Too Few locks the door, pushed the heavy dresser on front. I’m sitting on the bed, my head spinning, the room spinning, Few spinning. He fucks the rickety chair up against the wall and smashed his foot through it, grabs two of the broken legs and hands me one. “You’ll need this, keep it…

Long, Luas and Full of Juice: Few hits the road. Chapter 4.

Few has been summoned to Belfast by his “associates”.  He’s cagey as fuck, won’t tell me who they are. He’s nervous too. He’s shaking. More than usual anyway. I cajole him into taking the train. Not easy. He’s worried about riffraff. The great unwashed. And other piquant sobriquets. Eventually we find ourselves waiting at Smithfield Luas….