I was a big ‘Charlie Brown’ fan as a kid.

Who ever thought to put the word “hero” in heroin?

I am a man” he told her, “and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown.

Her eyes are brown like the morning sand breaking in a new day.

Everything that anyone would ever look for is usually where they find it.

Those shiny eyes like the stars in the sky; but black and brown, And those beautiful lips like the flowers but sugary And those kind smells, lovable but with no purpose All meant to be...

They don’t know those places in me. Only he does. Only he has seen the darkness inside of me and turns into love and light.

It’s barely changed since the faceless colour committee originally selected it in 1908 when the first map of the Underground was designed and the Bakerloo conclusively became brown, a very early twentieth-century brown, which brings...