Journalism, real life – and the gulf between…

Two articles in the Guardian’s Weekend magazine rather got up my nose yesterday, striking me as self-indulgent in the extreme – or just plain odd.

One was an apparently normal, attractive, woman, Hephzibah Anderson, who, after a relationship fizzled (ah, diddums; you’re not alone, babe, it happens to us all), had decided to give up sex, but not dating, for a year. That’s just perverse, and must have Continue reading


The damsel and the midnight stranger…

Some years ago, late one late Spring night, coming back from the pub in a mid-Wales village where he was staying, a man was startled when a soft voice called to him from the darkness.

It was a young woman, in a wheelchair, tucked away behind a garden wall, and separated from the world by a Continue reading