“As I sat in my place, listening to the speeches, a very strong sense of calm came over me, after the intense passions and excitements of the last few days. I felt a serenity of mind and was conscious of a kind of uplifted detachment from human and personal affairs. The glory of Old England, […]
“I’d like the new Peter Ackroyd Hitchcock biography. Or the new Kate Atkinson. For my birthday,” I say to my brother. He’s shaving his head over the sink, with an electric device. There’s a loud buzzing. He probably can’t hear me. “What’s that?” He shouts, turning off the electric shaver, lifting his head up. “You’ve […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 