CHASING THE CHOP
by Tommy Kennedy IV
Friday, the 13th of December. My mum's fortieth. Etched into my skull forever.
The night everything changed.
Tragedy struck when she was decapitated in a car crash.
The culprit? A twenty-nine-year-old Hooray Henry, high on cocaine, speeding his father's Aston Martin down a Cornish lane. His teenage girlfriend sat beside him, pickled in piss, egging him on. He’d just snorted a line — the chop — off the...
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A Reading List for the Grafters and Dreamers
By Tommy Kennedy IV — www.tommykennedyiv.com
Twenty books that’ll toughen your mind, feed your heart, and remind you that strength isn’t just in your hands — it’s in the words that stay with you. These stories aren’t school stuff. They’re life lessons dressed in paper and ink.
You’ve just finished a long shift. Cement dust on your boots, knuckles sore from the bag. You drop into a chair, the world humming round...
Flash Fiction Friday: The Happy Ending
Dani slipped through Brixton’s back streets.
Tattered canvas bag in hand.
Pale skin, red hair, fire simmering beneath the surface.
Her snakeskin mini skirt barely hid bruised legs. Lime-green laces crisscrossed scuffed white trainers.
Headphones pumped The Stranglers’ Golden Brown. She didn’t want the world. She wanted her fix.
Fuck it—where the hell was that bastard?
The streets smelled of rot. Decomposed cabbage from a...
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Celebrating Oscar Wilde – 16 October
Today we raise a glass to one of the sharpest minds ever to hold a pen – Oscar Wilde. Born in Dublin in 1854,...
The Bricklayer’s Odyssey
By Tommy Kennedy IV
Chapter One: Departure
London was bleeding cold that morning. Sky the colour of dirty tin, air sharp enough to split skin. I’d been up since five, couldn’t sleep. The wind howled down Ladbroke Grove like it had a grudge, and I stood there watching it rip through the estate, hands jammed in my jacket, thinking —
“If I don’t go now, I never will.”
Eighteen years old, half a man, half a mess. My boots caked in mortar,...
Ricky Hatton: The People’s Champion Goes Home
by Tommy Kennedy IV
They buried Ricky Hatton yesterday and Manchester stood still. The rain came down steady, the kind that soaks you to the bone and still feels holy. From Hattersley to the Etihad, blue flags hung from windows, people lined the streets, and you could taste the pride in the air.
He was ours.
Ricky wasn’t just a boxer. He was Manchester in gloves, tough and humble, full of heart and humour. The...
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There’s My Hand, There’s My Heart
by Tommy Kennedy IV
Walking lazily along the beach at Porthmeor in St Ives, soft sand kissed my feet.
The salty breeze tangled my hair and woke up the old mischief inside me.
Tonight, I’d outsmart my latest young gigolo. Fingers crossed.
He was rum, dim, and perfect for my plans.
With a fresh wax and hair done to kill, I looked irresistible.
The boy had no idea what kind of woman he’d picked up.
Then he arrived — roaring up on a bright blue...
Billy Idle: Echoes of the Dancefloor
Billy Idle is a veteran UK DJ, producer, and promoter whose career spans decades, tracing the heartbeat of underground electronic music. From Manchester’s club scene to London’s independent circuits and international gigs, Idle is known for sets that blend deep house, disco classics, and global grooves, delivered with energy, warmth, and an unrelenting love for the dancefloor.
Early Career: Manchester and London
Idle cut...
Sex, Drugs & HIV – The Punk Charity Album That Changed the Game
Big thanks to Mat Sargent for the video clip featuring Steve Dior – proper rock ‘n’ roll gold.
Back in 1995, punk bassist Mat Sargent (of Sham 69, Chelsea, and Splodgenessabounds) launched one of the boldest charity albums ever made — Sex, Drugs & HIV. What began as a raw, personal response to the stigma around HIV and AIDS exploded into a massive 21-year musical project uniting more...
By Tommy Kennedy IV
October 8, 2025 | Kingston, Jamaica
Jamaica prison system, General Penitentiary Jamaica, Tower Street Prison, Peter Tosh murder, Vybz Kartel prison story, Jamaican prison riots, life in Jamaican jail, Dennis Lobban Leppo, Shower Posse Jim Brown, overcrowding in Jamaican prisons, prison reform Jamaica
They say walls have ears, but in the heart of the Jamaica prison...
Better Days Are Coming – Roots Still Run Deep (ZodoA Records, 2000)
Back in 2000, we pulled together some of Jamaica’s rawest voices and unleashed Better Days Are Coming – Roots Still Run Deep through my label, ZodoA Records — a roots reggae compilation that poured straight from the soul.
No glossy production tricks. No pop stars play-acting at consciousness. Just grit, struggle, and unfiltered truth locked into rhythm, vibrating through your chest like a...
From Bricks to Beats: Finding Martin O’Brien
After thirty-five years, I finally tracked down Martin O’Brien, one of the lads from my London bricklaying days. Now he makes documentaries about the 1990s San Francisco rave scene and leads the way in California’s cannabis industry. I caught a sneak peek of his film Between the Beats, and it grabbed me immediately. The lights, the music, the chaos, and the people who made it unforgettable all come alive on...
Flash Fiction Friday
Welcome back to Flash Fiction Friday, where every week I drop a short, sharp story. This one’s about Elvis — not Presley — a lad from Stonebridge who thought he was untouchable until life forced him to choose a different road.
The Tipping Point
Elvis was Jack-the-lad, dealing weed from his teens into adulthood. It started with a few mates, extra scratch in his pocket. Before long, half the Stonebridge estate in Harlesden knew his name....
Blood on the Blocks: When the Guards Walked Out
Lest We Forget – The 1997 Prison Riots in Jamaica
It’s 2025. Twenty-eight years have passed, but I still recall the stories about August 1997 like it was yesterday. Between the 19th and 22nd, Jamaica’s prisons became killing fields. Warders at St Catherine District Prison in Spanish Town and Kingston’s infamous General Penitentiary walked off the job. Not over...
The Bloom of Light – Kingston, Jamaica
When that judge sentenced me to hard labour, my stomach dropped, and I shat myself. But it didn’t take long before I found a way into the band.
My neighbour inside, Aljoe, was doing life for a double murder. He’d gone down at seventeen, and by the time I met him he was forty-eight. Decades behind bars, but he could still tear a guitar to pieces.
We got wheeled out like circus acts whenever visiting dignitaries came...
From Bricks to Books – A Life Lived Without Apologies
I left school at fourteen, wandered the world, ended up in prisons abroad, and came out the other side. Now in my sixties, I’m a bricklayer-turned-writer, music promoter, and author—building the next chapter of my life, brick by brick, word by word.
Calloused hands from bricklaying. Lessons carved out in prison cells, on the streets, and in life itself. Learning isn’t about age; it’s about showing up,...
We were in the prison band together, “The Bloom of Light.”
He is now a dub poet. He always said he was innocent, but the likelihood of him ever getting out is minimal.
General Penitentiary Kingston Jamaica 2002
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Nightmare in Jamaica
By Tommy Kennedy IV
Some names and identifying details have been changed to protect the privacy of individuals.
Acknowledgements
Firstly, I would like to thank Thomas Rees and Anna Carrington for their vision for this book, and Jay Hirano for the inspiration he gave me to actually write anything at all.
I am grateful to Janice Stretton for typing this (turning ramblings into sense) and to Emilie Harper in the early stages.
A huge thank you...
Flash Fiction Friday: The Stripper
"The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom." – William Blake
My name is Oscar, and I’m an alcoholic.
The Happy Ending became my life – a strip club in Soho where rock bands played between dancers. The crack, the chaos, the endless bottles in the 90s – it slipped through my fingers like wine rolling down a hooker’s lips. Addiction stole everything.
It started with my twin sister’s death. I reached for the bottle to...
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Primal Shriek
This week’s Flash Fiction Friday tells a raw, uncompromising story of grief, loss, and resilience. Primal Shriek captures the devastation of a mother who loses her son to knife crime in London — and her determination to turn pain into purpose.
Story
I stood in the cold, musty room, the lights dimmed low, the clock ticking as midnight passed. My only son lay in an open coffin. I’d clung to his hands all day, and by the time I...
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