There’s a chap who’s about my age gazing at a notice board at Jewish Book Week just outside the talk I’m queuing for. It’s 12.30pm. Mum’s at the bar so am free to stare at him for a bit. He’s about 6 foot 2, has shaggy dirty blond hair and blue eyes. He’s wearing taupe […]
“It was a bit of an elderly audience, wasn’t it?” Hannah says as I wait with her for her bus in the rain. We’ve just been to a couple of Jewish Book Week talks. The first one was “Women in Dark Times” with Jacqueline Rose and Helena Kennedy and touched on Marilyn Monroe, Rosa Luxembourg […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 