Written whilst I was in america and therefore dedicated to Gary, Jen, Alex and Jo
Eleven Lexington Avenue. I was expecting it to be some kind of community hall, but it look just like a normal apartment from the outside. I rang the bell anyway.
Tomorrow I turn 17, so tonight I have to sleep at the bottom of the old well, such is the tradition for boys in our village. Tomorrow I will wake up a man.
We always referred to it as our future, the ever-growing wad of blue-note, stored secretly behind the panel in the wardrobe.
We'd never catered for vegetarians before. My usual method of cooking for guests is to throw a joint of beef or a chicken in the oven and add the spuds, veg and Yorkshire pud.