I remember that I paid him a visit soon after they’d moved in, their first real home together, a house on Sherwood Street. From first impressions the name seemed inappropriate; there were no merry men to be seen, just defeated-looking people returning to the neighbouring terraces at hometime, thin carrier bags swinging from one hand, house keys in the other–a squatter, fatter Lowry painting.
Nathan Evans has been writing for four years. He has had his work published in Esquire, Hippocampus, decomP, Pygmy Giant, Toasted Cheese and Prick Of The Spindle. His creative nonfiction blog ‘Mr. London Street’ was shortlisted for ‘Best European Blog’ in both the 2011 and 2012 Weblog Awards. He lives in Reading, England with his remarkable wife and their stuff, which is literally everywhere.