August had kept the garden since she was a child. It’s was lovely. Everybody agreed. Friends would come and sit on the ragged grey-green stone steps. Smoking and laughing, they would drink whisky until the sun had set and it was cold enough to watch the wisps of breath disperse into the dark air, mingling…

I miss the idea of you As late night Uptight I dodge beggars And street vendors Ignoring drunk calls From Maccy Ds And late night openings The train departs Missing the me-u-topia Wool-wrapped welcomed entrapment Of cigarettes and cultural vignettes Verbatim debated Over red wine and fantasy Most of all I miss the haze Of…

So instead of the big New Years resolution malarkey, I have decided to set “micro-rezes” instead. A suitably abbreviated name for a suitably abbreviated ambition. Think of these like evil plans, minimised. First of the batch of rezes is as follows: 1) stop smoking before 11am. In order to achieve this, stop buying cigarettes. This…