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“It had a fellar call Five Past Twelve. A test look at him and say, 'Boy, you black like midnight.' Then the test take a second look and say, 'No, you more like Five Past Twelve.”
― The Lonely Londoners
― The Lonely Londoners

“It ain't have no place in the world that exactly like a place where a lot of men get together to look for work and draw money from the Welfare State while they ain't working. Is a kind of place where hate and disgust and avarice and malice and sympathy and sorrow and pity all mix up. Is a place where everyone is your enemy and your friend.”
― The Lonely Londoners
― The Lonely Londoners

“So, cool as a lord, the old Galahad walking out to the road, with plastic raincoat hanging on the arm, and the eyes not missing one sharp craft that pass, bowing his head in a polite 'Good evening' and not giving a blast if they answer or not. This is London, this is life oh lord, to walk like a king with money in your pocket, not a worry in the world.”
― The Lonely Londoners
― The Lonely Londoners

“Is one of those summer evenings, when it look like night would never come, a magnificent evening, a powerful evening, rent finish paying, rations in the cupboard, twenty pounds in the bank, and a nice piece of skin waiting under the big clock in Piccadilly Tube Station. The sky blue, sun shining, the girls ain't have on no coats to hide the legs.
"Mummy, look at that black man!" A little child, holding on to the mother hand, look up at Sir Galahad.
"You mustn't say that, dear!" The mother chide the child.”
― The Lonely Londoners
"Mummy, look at that black man!" A little child, holding on to the mother hand, look up at Sir Galahad.
"You mustn't say that, dear!" The mother chide the child.”
― The Lonely Londoners

“HOW HE LOVED THIS CITY. PORT OF SPAIN. POOR BLIND-DEAF CITY. IT SPANNED BACK, IN A GRID, FROM A BUSY PORT AND DOCK; WORN OUT NOW, RUINED AND RUINOUS AND SUFFERING, ALWAYS SUFFERING... PARTS OF THE CITY STILL RENEWED THEMSELVES, RISING UP AGAINST THE ODDS.”
― The White Woman on the Green Bicycle
― The White Woman on the Green Bicycle