Meeting boys in Paris

“This has to be the wrong address.” 

Look down at google, then back up at the place.

No, it is right. 

Fabulous.

LE PALACE CLUB

We’re outside an old theatre, with three weird men outside, 
who all look like ex cons.

Reluctantly we enter the hallway, 
which looks like it’s seen no action since the 1920s. 

Go down some steps and open two heavy black doors to find…

The London “it” Boy

1.PM Wake up.

Wake up and find empty Jack Daniels bottles and baggies of coke sprinkled around your room. Fuck. You look longingly at your Bob Marley poster, next to the Eton Leavers photo Mummy left in your room and wish you were black. #jahbless.  The ‘help’ (Philipina nanny) shouts it’s time for breakfast. You’re horrified that the bread isn’t gluten free so settle instead on a kale juice with a shot of whisky because you are in a band after all. Whilst getting wavy on this Petit Dejeuner you flick through ‘Just Kids’ by Patti Smith and think ‘Damn, I look like a young Maplethorpe.’