What lingers in the air is the scent of, mum’s cooking
cooked by someone’s Aunty from Spanish-town.
New black Bimmers pulling up
to get a recession priced chicken & rice. 78 more words
It seemed inevitable that one day I would find myself sitting inside Gielgud Theatre watching a play that I often wondered what in earth it was all about. 651 more words
Hand-wringing, self-pitying Remainers see racism and xenophobia on every corner of post-Brexit Britain, and publicly fret that the country has suddenly become an “unsafe space” for European immigrants… 996 more words