The Middle Class Bastards
London and Manchester
We met on a bridge. The sky was spitting shivers of rain. I asked you your name. Cardiff would never be the same. Something clicked. You were 15. I was 17. We went back to your house. We wro…
We met on a bridge. The sky was spitting shivers of rain. I asked you your name. Cardiff would never be the same. Something clicked. You were 15. I was 17. We went back to your house. We wro…