A long time ago, I had a girlfriend and I used to sing to her. Continue reading →
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I met Mrs Clown at the airport. You’ll never guess what happened next. Continue reading →
I was looking for a picture of a freshly inked tattoo. I knew it was there somewhere… Continue reading →
I had twenty quid, a St Christopher and a change of clothes. I didn’t look back. Continue reading →
Mrs Clown thought I needed cheering up so she sent me an ad for a show with naked dancers Continue reading →
Not every philosopher was wrong about everything but most were wrong about most things. Continue reading →
Score one point for things you’ve done that most people haven’t. Continue reading →
The Ragged Clown finds his home at last. Continue reading →
Did people in the old days experience new paintings the way we experience new technology? Continue reading →
The End-of-Life Handbook recommends using ritual to create meaning. Continue reading →
Mr Gooden was terrifying and a tyrant and he altered the course of my life more than anyone else. Continue reading →
I’ve always thought of automats as lonely, melancholy places. Continue reading →
Making choices was never this hard before. Continue reading →
The river man will know. Continue reading →
School is different when you have ADHD. There’s always trouble! Continue reading →
Which argument for God seems most persuasive to you? Continue reading →
I get two kinds of seizures. Continue reading →
Where babies are born (almost). Continue reading →
Is it possible to argue freely about race? Continue reading →
Chapter three of my memoirs. Schooldays. Continue reading →
My story pops back into my memory sometimes in those twilight moments between waking and sleeping. Continue reading →
Inside every old person is a young person who doesn’t really understand that he’s old now. Continue reading →
“How about you think about it overnight and let me know tomorrow?” Continue reading →
The first thing they say is “Whatever you do, do not Google for information about your tumour.” Continue reading →
“If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to destroy every fucking grammar school in England.” Continue reading →
Did your teachers leave them kids alone? Mine didn’t. Continue reading →
Diamond nights and ruby lights. High in the sky. Continue reading →
At least she could get some enjoyment out of being alone. Continue reading →
Nan was less than two years away from her century. She was born before the First World War. Continue reading →
Because it’s ALL THE TIME, I’ve come to think of it as the taste of cancer. Continue reading →
Crossing the line is an important milestone in a young sailor’s life. Continue reading →
I opened the book and, on the very first page, was the program that changed my life. Continue reading →
New Entry training in the Navy was the hardest thing I have ever done. Continue reading →
What would life have been like if Ken and Bill had headed down to those desolate islands? Continue reading →
I discovered a world that I only saw dimly before Continue reading →