25. The Key

The Obsessive Diary · Oct 3, 2025 · 2m

I was living in a squat in Ealing when the key came through the door. Hang on. Let’s roll back a bit. The sea of bodies parted, he was six foot seven and had the face of an angel, we hugged hello and maybe we hung out a bit on that pulsing psychedelic dance floor and then we went our separate ways. The next time we met was by firelight in the woods near Newbury where a camp was set up to protest the building of a bypass. People were living up trees and refusing to come down, I’d driven out in my camper to join the fight. It was night, dark, mud and dirty faces. I parked and approached the…