France. La France. O France. Comment tu es belle la France. Go fuck yourself in the arse, La France! It's too late to start again no...

My reading of SICK, accompanied on guitar by the one & only Mr Peter Doherty. L'Olympia, Paris, March 2016.

The last time I had seen Trey he was marching back and forth outside the 24hr pharmacy, fighting with himself over whether or not he sho...

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Stooped over in the shelter of a shop doorway I vomited up a sickness from the very dull of my gut. I remained like that, vomit water burn...

Dear Mr Piegay, my loyal and long-suffering landlord... It is fast approaching seven years that I have occupied the room in Rue L...