You can write the hell out of a junkie story Dangerfield, I always find them endlessly fascinating. Do you reckon it was actually him in The French House? Nice to think he might have turned his life around.
Despite the grim stench of these tales you keep it engaging. I like how you were surprised to find a fellow thinker/reader after the Thamesmead brut bit. Hunting's unexpected eloquence and your sharp observations make it all the more pitiful given your sorry predicaments. You make a fair case for some sympathy for this lifestyle, describing well, for example, its bungling desperation up against the 'idle spite' of the law.
For all the junkie feebleness, I was shocked to be reminded of a 'defiant heart that taught itself how to love nobody.' That sense of defiance in someone quite broken, I always find touching.
For all this, the humour and drama are still there and nicely done. There's always some spring in your character's steps so it's a lively read. The asides about meaning of language etc, whilst running the pikey gauntlet, was good and seemed to tie in with your aforementioned acid clarity.
I'm left wanting to know more about all involved, how do people get like this? ...which I guess is a good measure of the stories told.
But they're great as shorts so even though you might only scratch some surface, the writing still gives a solid depth to those involved, stench and all.
It's Mick. I sat on the bog and had one of the greatest shits ever. No I didn't manage to drop any brown stuff (constipation, say no more) 😂. I did however get to read both parts of the story. I fucken love the way you write cus I've been to all those places, smelled those smells and had to put up with the same idiots. I don't read much mainly autobiographies or anything about music or Adidas. I'm guna read all of yours because they are great. I now have the bog seat tattooed in red on white legs. So thanks and keep em coming.
Another grim but brilliantly wrote story chris.. I was hooked and had to finish reading this one tonight. I kinda understand now when you say a big part of your addiction is the hunt for your funds and to score.
I find your writing quite sparse, grammatically confusing, and in this particular episode inconsistent, Turkish or Greek cafe?
It may be your intended style, but it seems the 2 characters are real, but like an animation on a totally blank canvas. Your geographical references are relevant to me, but to someone foreign, it would come across as nowhere.
I personally would prefer if you painted more of a picture. I feel you are a far better raconteur than a writer, just my opinion, so please don't think I'm being a cunt for the sake of it.
You are an English writer, please don't use American spellings, it's incongruous, that is my biggest peeve.
"Because if you do (a snowball hits Hunting right in the face, splitting his lip and causing blood to pour down his chin) you’re going to have to fight them, fight children, children who’ve been fighting all their lives, children who can lay Tarmac and drive skip lorries before they can read, children who will win the said fight, while their dads, cousins, brothers and uncles, all forty of them are encouraging them, goading them, and gambling on the outcome, and since they want their pound of your withdrawing, good for nothing, junkie flesh, they’ll pick you up when you go down and even hold you up as a thirteen-year-old smashes you repeatedly in the face until they get bored, and find someone else’s life to entertain them."
This is why I hate Pikeys. They're bullies. The Pikey bitch that slapped my sister wasn't that hard after my sister had busted her lip, nose, eye and ripped her earrings out: "ARGH! My ears," she screamed as she ran away. Nor was another Pikey who my mum gave whiplash too with a slap - after smashing another one's head against a brick wall.
Absolutely fantastic. Finally got round to reading one. The pikey segment was perfectly tense. Best line though, "No!" The first thing to come out of her mouth since we arrived if you don’t include two cocks. Class!
You can write the hell out of a junkie story Dangerfield, I always find them endlessly fascinating. Do you reckon it was actually him in The French House? Nice to think he might have turned his life around.
Despite the grim stench of these tales you keep it engaging. I like how you were surprised to find a fellow thinker/reader after the Thamesmead brut bit. Hunting's unexpected eloquence and your sharp observations make it all the more pitiful given your sorry predicaments. You make a fair case for some sympathy for this lifestyle, describing well, for example, its bungling desperation up against the 'idle spite' of the law.
For all the junkie feebleness, I was shocked to be reminded of a 'defiant heart that taught itself how to love nobody.' That sense of defiance in someone quite broken, I always find touching.
For all this, the humour and drama are still there and nicely done. There's always some spring in your character's steps so it's a lively read. The asides about meaning of language etc, whilst running the pikey gauntlet, was good and seemed to tie in with your aforementioned acid clarity.
I'm left wanting to know more about all involved, how do people get like this? ...which I guess is a good measure of the stories told.
But they're great as shorts so even though you might only scratch some surface, the writing still gives a solid depth to those involved, stench and all.
Enjoyed it. Sweet ending with the 'me too.'
Great story but seriously.... who the fuck is called Hunting. Really enjoyed this one, thanks Chris
It's Mick. I sat on the bog and had one of the greatest shits ever. No I didn't manage to drop any brown stuff (constipation, say no more) 😂. I did however get to read both parts of the story. I fucken love the way you write cus I've been to all those places, smelled those smells and had to put up with the same idiots. I don't read much mainly autobiographies or anything about music or Adidas. I'm guna read all of yours because they are great. I now have the bog seat tattooed in red on white legs. So thanks and keep em coming.
What a great tale, below the comedy is the ever-present stream of patheticness. I really didn't expect that ending. Cool read,
Love Reading these. Need more. Get that book out CD
Another grim but brilliantly wrote story chris.. I was hooked and had to finish reading this one tonight. I kinda understand now when you say a big part of your addiction is the hunt for your funds and to score.
I find your writing quite sparse, grammatically confusing, and in this particular episode inconsistent, Turkish or Greek cafe?
It may be your intended style, but it seems the 2 characters are real, but like an animation on a totally blank canvas. Your geographical references are relevant to me, but to someone foreign, it would come across as nowhere.
I personally would prefer if you painted more of a picture. I feel you are a far better raconteur than a writer, just my opinion, so please don't think I'm being a cunt for the sake of it.
You are an English writer, please don't use American spellings, it's incongruous, that is my biggest peeve.
Cheers,
Poke.
"Because if you do (a snowball hits Hunting right in the face, splitting his lip and causing blood to pour down his chin) you’re going to have to fight them, fight children, children who’ve been fighting all their lives, children who can lay Tarmac and drive skip lorries before they can read, children who will win the said fight, while their dads, cousins, brothers and uncles, all forty of them are encouraging them, goading them, and gambling on the outcome, and since they want their pound of your withdrawing, good for nothing, junkie flesh, they’ll pick you up when you go down and even hold you up as a thirteen-year-old smashes you repeatedly in the face until they get bored, and find someone else’s life to entertain them."
This is why I hate Pikeys. They're bullies. The Pikey bitch that slapped my sister wasn't that hard after my sister had busted her lip, nose, eye and ripped her earrings out: "ARGH! My ears," she screamed as she ran away. Nor was another Pikey who my mum gave whiplash too with a slap - after smashing another one's head against a brick wall.
PS, two of my great-nans were Pikeys.
Great story as usual.
Loved it. Style reminds me a lot of Will Self, but more easy to connect with, somehow.
Great stuff Chris - that ending was sublime. You’ve got me into this sub stack thing. Looking forward to reading your other stuff. Cheers.
Absolutely fantastic. Finally got round to reading one. The pikey segment was perfectly tense. Best line though, "No!" The first thing to come out of her mouth since we arrived if you don’t include two cocks. Class!
I would've fancied Hunting and probably tried to save him while i died trying 😉
Oh and by the way your girlfriend is gorgeous Chris
Excellent story best one yet can't wait for you to release your book I'm sure it will be a best seller
Thanks Chris, that was hilarious - wonder if Dirty Husband still has the video ?