Chris
He had his demons, more than most, but he will always be my favourite uncle. The competition, to be fair, is not particularly stiff. I have three, the first, my father’s brother, lives in Germany and I have only met … Read More
There is a rock in the ocean. It is just off the coast by the town of Skala Eresou on the island of Lesbos. It is not that big and largely unassuming. It juts about three or four metres out … Read More
My dad was the strongest man in the world. He may have only stood five foot ten but he was a colossus that bestrode my world. He smoked 40 Camel plains a day and drank beer like he was Donar … Read More
I looked really good in Laurence Fishburne’s jacket. I was also wearing Sydney Poitier’s sunglasses. I looked good in those too. I was working at the Aldwych Theatre in London in the mid-90s. I floated between the box office selling … Read More
We lay naked in bed together beneath a Stone Roses poster. The bed was just a single mattress in the corner of a room in a three bedroom flat on the top of Yeoville hill in Johannesburg. We were both … Read More