![]() ![]() We slept eight to a room, in bunk beds that were barely wide enough to contain my skinny shoulders, and the next day, another old dear let me pick out some clothes and a backpack from mountains of donated stuff. Some were even younger looking than me, with haunted eyes and quick flinches whenever anyone spoke too loud. Some were proper hard men, all gangster talk about knives and beatings and that. My bedfellows in the shelter-all boys, girls were kept in a separate place-ranged from terrifying to terrified. She had a strong Yorkshire accent that managed to be stern and affectionate at the same time. ![]() I’m pretty sure the old dear behind the counter knew that I was lying, but she didn’t seem to mind. I was worried that they’d send me home if I said I was sixteen. I was smart enough to find a shelter for runaways run by a church in Shoreditch, and I checked myself in that night, lying and saying I was eighteen. My “adventure” wasn’t much fun after that. ALONE NO MORE/THE JAMMIE DODGERS/POSH DIGS/ABSTRACTION OF ELECTRICITY ![]()
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