[Praise of myopia]

Mr Sherman has the bad habit of putting up no glasses. The bad habit of popping in the pub and shake the hands of unknow people. All because Mr Sherman is an embarassing short-sighted person. At last company dinner he eated a whole pudding only with knife. And was smiling when the others was laughing…

[Last Ford-bye]

He was being too much proud until that moment. But just that morning falled into temptation. Woke up early and reached Corby Road in a dry cold dawn in Sheffield. His warm breathe was hiding his face and it was his only companion too. He turned at the corner and stopped. An old Ford stood…

[Black story]

The best thing I used to do was spit out. I learnt when I was a child and I used to spit out every day. It wasn’t for fun, for sure! It was only for my need. But I was not alone. We were five. Young black guys.  all of us seated in Bond Street…