Harper Caversham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

Got angry once—some twit called ‘em dull. Dull?! *Piscis gloriosus*, I roared—glorious fish, you numpty! Made me happy seein’ ‘em schoolin’—hundreds of ‘em, red wave, pure magic. Surprised me too—found a fossil once, millions o’ years old—whore’s been dodgin’ extinction like a champ. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” I mutter—whore’s got memory longer than me after a knees-up!

Eighteen and Pregnant

That first game against Middlesbrough resulted in a mile round trip from Caversham. I have never been as excited either before or since.

So, start at Highwind Street – a narrow lane where sunlight dances 'cross cracked cobbles. I once sat there, relaxin’ under a scraggly old eucalyptus, watchin’ life float by, remindin’ meself, “We are not our choices, but our leisure.” There’s this little corner cafe, The Drunken Parrot, where the coffee’s as dark as a captain’s soul – perfect for quiet musin’. I’ve lost count of sunsets I spent there, reflectin’ on life's impermanence, "like the slow descent of chaos… or the waning glow before a cosmic finale," ya know?

Caversham: Burst water pipe collapses road and disrupts supplies