“With him big Phil from Notting Hill an old "face" from the sixties a pin up gangster with a "mars bar" weal scraping his left cheek and of course two "wag" slags in tow trussed up like French Poodles with "Bratz babe" stares and Gucci Handbags”
Saira Viola“..... this isn't some LA country rock jam reminiscing on the pyschtotropic pot pansies of Haight Ashbury . This is the soot and smut of London mate !”
Saira Viola“Poncho was in a red mood slanging with rage and needed to cook himself out of it , while shoving handfuls of salted peanuts down his gullet and slurping ice cold Fanta”
Saira Viola“Kara knew je only recognised t and a on a string and he was nothing more than a sleazy pupeeter”
Saira Viola, Crack Apple And Pop!“Kara knew all he recognized was T and A on a string and he was nothing more than a sleazy puppeeter , so long as there were souls for sale he was ready to buy ..”
Saira Viola, Crack Apple And Pop!“In the world of Big Macks Starbucks coffee and oversized SUVS it was business as usual snort and go”
Saira Viola, Crack Apple And Pop!“Just a bullet a bag and a dream that's all I had now look at what I got”
Saira Viola, Crack Apple And Pop!“Everyday she loses a bit more of herself , every day another nail in her coffin house payments medical bills and middle aged isolation”
Saira Viola, Jukebox: a stylish London crime novel“A Harvey Nicks chick with throwaway morals and a trustfund appetite.”
Saira Viola, Slide, a Modern Satire on the Excess of Greed“He was a boom boom shake the room " kind of guy”
Saira Viola, Slide, a Modern Satire on the Excess of Greed“Mishaque was a stouty blend of Irish "shrek" mixed with crazy Jafakain, his front was car dealing.”
Saira Viola, Slide, a Modern Satire on the Excess of Greed