Imagine

Imagine Imagine, if you will, that one day you wake up and there’s a strange sensation in your hand. You’re not sure what it is until you go to lift up a pen and you realise your thumb is twitching, almost like your leaning on a nerve. Only you’re not. In fact, now...

Full of sausage

For some reason best known only to my stomach I decided that despite it being July what I really, really, wanted this evening was bangers and mash. As I lie prostrate on the sofa trying to divert enough blood from my belly to write I am forced to reconsider whether...

We shall go on…

We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in Haymarket, we shall fight on the tube and the airports, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the Charing Cross Road, we shall defend our rights, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the...