“Wait a minute,” I say to Seb as we walk down my road this morning. “I’d better take a photo of that tree for the blog now, in case the light changes or…” “OK, my lovely,” Seb says, smiling at me. “Oh look – there’s a pigeon up there,” I say. “Hello pigeon,” […]
In the taxi on the way to the Barmitzvah, we pass the Centre For Rowing and Nautical Studies. “Look, it’s the Centre For Rowing and Nautical Studies,” I say to my brother. “What a nice area to study. I’m going to do a PhD there in ‘Rum, Sodomy and the Lash’. He laughs. We’re half […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 