When I first moved to London in 1994, I volunteered working a disabled person in their own home. As part of the agreement I was also given a place to stay with other volunteers. Many people came and went through our house in St Clare’s Road, most forgettable but some not so.
It’s strange how things turn out, Lillian Pute, the lass that pushed me in the pool at Heaven, is just living up the road despite us both moving away from the place we became friends 20 years ago.
Our experiences make us what we are today, including all the people that have crossed our path to the present; our paths have crossed again and it will be interesting to see what has happened between the two points.
To be kind……viva L’anarchie