‘Benvenuti a Venezia,’ he said. ‘Let’s get paralytic.’
Half-life settled back into his chair, set about refilling his empty bladder and went on with his tale.
'The Green Man,’ said Half-life, ‘Where I saw my first sawn-off.’ And he didn’t mean jeans.
Fine art and binge drinking in Dulwich, Camberwell and Peckham, the second in our occasional series.
‘Fuck art, let’s drink,’ said Half-life, wafting warm air up his dress.