“Where's my life gone? Where's it going? Looking across the grassy marshland to Flint and up the coast to Point Of Air, I start to wonder what all those poor fuckers in Wales are doing with their lives. Screwing? Sleeping… — Kevin Sampson Copy Share Image
“Where's my life gone? Where's it going? Looking across the grassy marshland to Flint and up the coast to Point Of Air, I start… — Kevin Sampson Copy Share Image
“She was not somebody who'd assume other people would want to hear about her unhappiness.” — Kevin Sampson Copy Share Image
“Things were good. He had things to look forward to. That, for now, was to be his definition of living - to always have… — Kevin Sampson Copy Share Image
