1986:I saw the girl on the bus today. Standing in the wasteland by the burnt-out shell of the reactor. Posing, with a dirty old tyre, on shiny carbon grit surrounded by the irradiated windswept scrub. Much of the green...

Jess loves to drive at night, the thrill of the chase, the glowing array of lights on her dashboard. She feels dark: deep suntan, ripe plum lips, dark mascara, leather jacket, driving gloves. Feels in the mood: the girl...

I am fine when he says i lost my beautiful life with him Its ok when he says i cry alot, that i lost my life with my son I was fine when he said i am on roads, no home...