The lights from all the neighboring cars made falling asleep near-impossible but I tried to lean back in my seat and close my eyes anyway. Every now and then I would scrunch up my face to try and re-focus on not focusing but I must not have looked that drowsy because James kept trying to get my attention.
"What do you think about it?" James said.
I sighed and shifted again in my seat. "Think about what?"
"About what? We were just talking about this," James said. "Laura switching to only make Rum and Cokes with Dr. Pepper instead."
I grumbled again and sat up, rubbing my eyes to reduce the light burning that accompanied fatigue. "I dunno,
Lady and the Punk
In 1977 I was just a boy dressed in leather, walking down a derelict North London street. But I had heard a rumour. A myth. The speculated dirt on the local clothes shop, Nazis. There was a girl, a heroine. She couldn’t be true…
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I walked down the street, surely Marco had misheard. I had no idea what I was looking for, but I soon realised. You could spot the shop a mile off. It was just a normal, one-level box, but red paint had been slashed across the outside. Posters of half-naked Aryan girls in the windows. Thousands of swastikas adorning the walls. Rule Britannia was blaring out of the shop, the girls