133. Back in Town

The N9 stops at Trafalgar Square.

Dave gets off.

I follow.

Fancy a cuppa in MacDonalds?

I got no money.

I’ll buy you a tea, come on.

I follow Dave into MacD.

Two security step aside to let us in.

Its warm.

Thank fuk for MacDonalds.

Its crammed inside.


Drunk young people, clubbers.

Some effeminate men. Some hot girls.

I remember there’s a gay club round the corner in Villiers street.

Opposite where that bloke gave me a tenner.

Grab a seat, goes Dave. I’ll get the teas.

I find a seat down the stairs.

Taylor Swift is playing.

I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me.

Look what you made me do.

I wait for Dave and the teas.

He brings them. Sits opposite me.

There you go, son.

I get up to get sugar.

You want sugar, Dave?

Not for me.

I’m sure he’s my M.

I grab a handful of white sugar sachets.

One of the staff is cute, wandering about cleaning tables.

She’s petite, like Razor.

Big, doe eyes.

Tattooed forearm.

Looks Polish.

Loads of Polish in London, now.

I remember a street sweeper when I was performing in Covent Garden – he was doing a masters degree in international law.

That’s what I love about the Polish.

They’re street sweepers but they do masters degrees in international law.

How the fuk cool is that?

Cute, int she? goes Dave.

I got a girl, I goes.

Oh yeah?

Back in Cambodia.


I nod.

Tear open a sachet of sugar, pour the crystals in me mouth.

I got a strange affinity with crystals.

You stayin here? goes Dave.

Yeh. Why?

I’m going for a fag.

I wanna fag as well.

You ain’t got none.

I sulk.

Like a kid told off by his dad.

You stay here. We’ll lose the seats otherwise.

OK. Gis a fag, tho.

Dave gives me a cigarette.

You go out after me. Dont wanna lose our seats.


Dave goes out to smoke.

Justin Beiber’s playing now.

And I didn’t wanna write a song…

I look at the board where the numbers are.




A MacD staff member shouts out 007.

A goofy looking nerd in a long coat and specs goes forward to collect his order.

I wonder if I’ll get a 007 ticket.

That’s just the sort of stunt he’d pull – ol’ Mr. Fox.



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.