Ollie PickeringColours“So we stood there, in that hateful station, where our journeys always end, me with my battered guitar case and her wrapped in that…Jan 30, 2017Jan 30, 2017
Ollie Pickering2016. The year of the “Other”I am afraid of the “Other”. I always have been. So why didn’t I vote for Brexit? Why wouldn’t I have voted for the American Alan Sugar…Dec 3, 20161Dec 3, 20161
Ollie PickeringGlass shoeThe following text is some sort of short story I wrote on the fly, whilst drunk, on my iPhone (in the notes section, as obviously this is…Oct 31, 20161Oct 31, 20161
Ollie PickeringKilling Joke literally made my arm throb in time to the music, I almost threw up.Rockaway Beach. Bognor Regis. Butlins. A damp, grey Friday afternoon sometime in October. I exited the car and instantly realised that I…Oct 17, 20161Oct 17, 20161