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New Prime Minister Ñ Russians Fire Live Rounds In The Channel Ñ Burnham Contemplates World Beyond Manchester Ring Road
just thirty-seven days after being diagnosed with a brain tumour. The final section of the book is a searing fifty-page essay on the inconsolable nature of grief. An entire memoir of such material would have been too bleak, too monotonous; yet...
Now here’s us, like eejit flies askance in amber, each belly distended round its sepia-coloured clot of unlamented blood. And here’s us again, on Raleigh Choppers, skidding over gravel in our zipped-up snorkel parkas, feeling the day shrivel
We were savages, had to be taken in hand, our sinful flesh purified on the rugby field, our minds cleansed every morning with chapel and prayers. The threat of the cane hovered like Yahweh’s wrath, the teachers reminding us of god’s grace
New Prime Minister Ñ Russians Fire Live Rounds In The Channel Ñ Burnham Contemplates World Beyond Manchester Ring Road
For the first ten years of your good, continuing marriage you were rocked shut, a closed book, out of bounds, says our friend, your husband: a female mystery of underground, romantic discontent. ‘In fact, love, I’m not sure that I can be...
I couldn’t tell the difference between the mental health nurses and patients. They both sucked cigarettes, drank copious amounts of tea, except for Reuben, my only friend, who sipped Coke with a wee Captain Morgan hidden within the chest of...