I walk past a teenager eating a cooked breakfast on his own in a brightly coloured café and immediately remember a holiday when I was about fifteen,...
A pile of CDs in the bedroom of the house that you still live in, in your dreams. The first wedding you go to as an adult, You look at the bride and...
It was in my drinking days, hungover at the seaside, Butty Bach after Butty Bach, bringing up all my usual drunken topics, people on their phones in...