The innocents
A soft, warm wind blows down the platform and is the first sign that a train is approaching. Moments later…
The assassination of President Trump
He’s gone. Gone at last. Thank God, Almighty, we are free of him at last. You’ll have to forgive me….
Lockdown in Sin City
Brighton. Think of three adjectives. They wouldn’t include ‘placid’, ‘sober’ or ‘quiet’. Brighton is a city which does not ask…
Sons of Sparta
“Where are you from?” enquires the mayor of Olympia. My son tells him we are from Brighton. We expect a…
A perfectly ordinary middle class childhood in the 1970s North of England
I come from a relatively short line of posh folk. We’re not really posh. More West Riding posh rather than…
Off piste
One last run, I thought. Then I will turn for home. The wind bit like a steel trap and I…
A bad day at the orifice
It was one of those days. When all the planets malign rather than align and everything that can go wrong,…
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
In our household we have tried to stop watching the news. It was bad enough in 2019 when, live from…
Glue sniffing on the touchline
I am 8. It is 6 May 1972. Allan Clarke just headed the only goal of the match to hand…
Afternoon matinees and French cigarettes – a youth avoiding sport
York city centre. The Odeon cinema, row 20, seat 17. 3pm. Wednesday 27th February, 1980. The afternoon matinee is showing…