128. Scrounge a fag

Outside I scrounge a fag from a tourist.

Sit on the same concrete block.

Smoke it.

The air bites shrewdly.

Thank fuk for my O’ Neill.

Thx Mr. Fox!

Where was I ?

Oh yeah…


The average age of the Vietnam soldier.



On the 19th day of Christmas my true love sent to me…

19 Refugees. Vietnamese.

18 battered wives.

17 mass killings – guns and knives.

16 burning pilots

15 monks in flames

14 Daniel Pearls

13 blood diamonds

12 tear gassed babies

11 kindnapped schoolkids 

10 child soldiers

9 live organs

8 hate crimes

7 stolen childhoods

6 paedophiles

5 child porn rings!

4 murdered whores

3 blind mice

2 acid burns

And a Female Genital Mutilee.

I puff on the cigarette.

The trick is with this song is to sing each time in one breath.

Obviously it gets more and more difficult with each extra verse.

I wander back in through the sliding doors.

A jet of warm air hits me.

Thank God for 24 hour airports that’s all I can say.

I’m pretty tired now.

Wonder if there are any comfy seats where I can get me head down.

In Cafe Nero me bags are surrounded by 3 armed police officers.

My old friends.

Are these your bags, one asks me.

The same one from before, who gave me a lift to Hounslow.





Author: Mark Dark

Actor turned Christian missionary turns his back on his Hollywood dreams to combat sex trafficking in Cambodia – and finds himself tangled up in gang culture and a surreal internal world of drugs psychosis. Based on true events.