Certificate 15

Real life lacks the structure of fiction. It is full of loose ends, of random events with no further significance, of dramatic turns from which no moral can be drawn. Yet sometimes, we perceive patterns in the raw chaos of existence. We insist that, somehow, it must all make sense.

Her name was ‘Diane’. A name I have preserved in my fiction for over thirty-five years. Whenever I wish to depict a fantasy woman, who is also all-too-human, I picture her.

The lady walked in. She was relatively innocent looking. She explained to me, while glancing around my shoppe nervously, that she wanted a reading to...

10 Detective Sergeant Simmonds was a plain clothes detective with messy blond hair, a 1970s moustache, and thick-rimmed specs. Bart thought that if...