The Craving Part 2
By Andy Caulden The public bar was packed with West Indians when Kevin and I entered the Bedford Arms. My boyfriend was clearly enjoying all the attention he was attracting from those around him, but I was more concerned about our safety. A bald-headed man in his fifties, sporting a prominent gold tooth, put his hand on my shoulder and told me to follow him upstairs. 'I recognized the two of yer, straight away,' he shouted over the hubbub of the throng we were wading through. 'You...