When you look at a new born baby fast asleep, a clean slate with no failures, no embarrassing moments, no anxiety as the clock ticks away you can understand the origin of the expression, sleeping like a baby. What this … Read More
The red trail meandered from my elbow down towards my forearm and back again. I couldn’t see the one on my back but Georgi, my girlfriend, told me it was even longer. They were both itchy as hell. We had … Read More
It’s about twenty-five metres from the top of the arch to the water. No one was quite sure what happened. He hit the water and disappeared. He was drunk at the time. Everyone was drunk. It was the annual university … Read More
I might have embellished the memory in my head but when we were younger and in the earlier stages of our relationship, we used to sleep touching each other, spooning like bric-a-brac. I can remember how Georgi’s hair used to … Read More
The tragic failed suicide attempt of my uncle and my best childhood holiday.
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
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