- The Leeds side streets that you slip down
I went out again last night. I’d promised Anna that I wouldn’t. Sat on the train now, surrounded by some grim northern voodoo. It’s been raining all day, raining grey. Train tracks shining dull under the falling water. The train lurched queasily from the station and the gravel-ground sidings passed by. Grey metal fences scarred with gaudy graffiti. Patches of grass amongst that dirty gravel. Small fences, the back gardens strewn with abandoned slides and plastic tricycles, plastic footballs and tiny home-built goalposts. Electric wires overhead, humming, running the length of this beaten country.