Forty one years ago today (if you are reading this today) a British Airways VC10 shattered the clean night skies the length of Africa to drag me shouting and kicking to Belfast.
Mathilde arrives and I rise from the comfort of my chair, thrilled at the sight of the beautiful woman who had left me after breakfast to spend my money,
... inside Michael’s the air was warm and coffee-laden and breathing it was like breathing espresso shots and I remembered I had company and turned back to Hemingway