Urban Stars

Sometimes after a shift at the Jolly Crocker, me and Si would walk up Kilburn High Road, shoot some pool and then have a spliff on Primrose Hill. It was like observing the hustle and bustle of life from a safe distance up there, like being disconnected from all of its thousands of lives and stories unravelling and spreading out beneath us as it went about its nightly business. I often thought it must be a little like having a near death experience, hovering above it all as it moves on without you, as sparkling urban stars below you.