fresh paint

Fresh paint at Leake Street, London SE1.

27th December 2014

 

Walked into some cold-bloodedness there

Here I come

Stomp your feet

Gotta get up

Listen to me

Bite the hand

Doctrina de homine

What the hell's this all about?

I didn't pull that trigger, I was just playing with some corner boy

Looking for the murder weapon

Doors open at nine, bro

You know me

 What skills you got that'll help you in the real world

You think your silence is worth something?

Out for the weekend

She was a ham sandwich of a woman and we won't see her like again

I'm a single mom, I'm never coming back here

I've waited for this my whole life

I like mad numbers

I'm not reading any distraction behaviour

It's rare these days that somebody delivers what they say

A compliment is never wasted on me

I have a message for you

Got my face on the ace

He is one smug bastard,  that Jools

Toby, the bet's off

You're the 43rd innocent person I've booked in this week

Only You

All from Leake Street, central London