This is a short story I wrote recently about a character that has been in my head for a very long time. When I was 16 I started to write a book about a boy named Bill Robinson, who lived on a council estate, was in trouble with the local hooligans, and dreamed of being a soul singer. He also happened to be an alcoholic. I never finished the book, but I did keep it. Lately the story and the characters have been coming into my head a lot, so I decided to write a short story, which could actually stand as a prequel to the novel I have in mind. The novel will more than likely be called 'A Song For Bill Robinson' or something along those lines. I don't have time to write it yet, but it will happen.