“Last summer, in London at least, the hoodie was transformed from a benign piece of leisurewear into a uniform for the disaffected, the angry, the malevolent. So much so that ‘hoodie’ was no longer a piece of clothing. It was… — Mark Capell Copy Share
“Last summer, in London at least, the hoodie was transformed from a benign piece of leisurewear into a uniform for the disaffected, the angry, the malevolent. So much so that ‘hoodie’ was no longer a piece of clothing. It was a whole person. A hoodie was somebody likely to steal, plunder and do you unimaginable harm. People were crossing the… — Mark Capell Copy Share
“What would be the point of safety measures? What’s the point of a man balancing on a wire if there’s no risk of his… — Mark Capell Copy Share Image
“Dell had left the army and taken the discipline home with him. I’d left the theatre world and taken the whisky sodas home with… — Mark Capell Copy Share Image
“I settle for a radio station that’s currently playing a Tom Waits track. That man has so much gravel in his voice that, if… — Mark Capell Copy Share Image
“There was a ringing in his ears, like a dead phone line that he couldn’t hang up on.” — Mark Capell Copy Share Image
“In the main café area next door, Delilah is coming to the end of Moonlight Sonata. The final notes are deep, sad — placed… — Mark Capell Copy Share Image
