I felt the flow of humanity move around me as I stood outside of St Bartholemews Hospital, and there was quite a bit of it at eight oclock on a Friday evening. The pavement still radiated heat that it had stored during the day, of course it helped that the sun had only gone down less than an hour ago. Despite the fact that there were quite a few people making their way past the non-descript hospital, no-one jostled me.
Wearing knee high New Rock boots that jingled in a cheerfully threatening way, with a pair of trousers that were more buckles than cloth tucked into them, topped off with a much ripped and repaired black hooded shirt decorated with skulls tended to make people give you a wide berth. Of course it might have been the studded collar and thick leather bands that decorated my neck and wrists. It may even have been the heavy eye make up that was undoubtedly smeared down my cheeks. I closed my eyes and let the world flowed past me, I didnt want to remember, bu