-
MAILBOX
Cook, James. Mail. -
(Untitled)
SUPPORT COOK FOR COUNCIL
-
(Untitled)
This is fucked up and make no mistake, but Cook's not gonna be the one complaining. There's worse things in life than waking up to find out your mad little island home has been transformed into a carnival. The rides aren't shit either, which goes a long way to ensuring that Cook spends the majority of the morning shouting and laughing his voice ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
"The Ace of Spades, the Ace of Spades!" Who gives a shit if it was supposed to be AC/DC night or whatever. Rock is rock and Motorhead is fucking rockIt had been a good night. Not a long night, but... Well the thing about strip clubs was the anonymity, wasn't it? The fact that if you had enough quid, the girls didn't give a shit. But everyone in the ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
One day. That's all the time he's taking to get himself sorted. Job's not done right, not fully, but he'll be damned if he ends up being the one to let Sarah down. This shit -- and he can't even say it properly in his head, how fucked is that? -- is a hell of a lot more important than who snogged who while someone's age has been fucked with ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
He's still bleeding when he gets back to the hut ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Things are not normal. They're not good but they're far from fucked, which is a new for Cook. So often, normal was fucked and when things went well they were destined to end up shit. Sure, he could say that Freddie arriving on the island is a good thing, but Freddie arrived drenched in blood, a lost look in his eyes that still haunts Cook's dreams ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Freddie's asleep ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Why is he here? Why is he pulling this daft fucking shit? Some shady fucker hanging out outside of Freddie's house could have been anything.
But it was Freddie's house. And that bloke did not fucking belong there. Nothing's been right since Freddie left -- disappeared. Everything's sorted itself out, more or less, like a plaster you have to ( Read more... )