Month: January 2010

I have a theory that we are all trapped at a certain age. That at a particular time in our lives things converge, our external and internal worlds reach a state of equilibrium and everything before and – crucially – after this seems reflected in the still water of that time. It is not that … Read More

I haven’t been home for four years. Or at least the place I think of when someone says the word “home”. A Victorian terraced house that sits amidst an organised delta of roads leading down to the sea in Worthing. My parents don’t live there anymore; I have few friends in the town. Those childhood friends I am … Read More

Starlings have returned to the trees opposite our house. Like the sparrows that once nested in the eaves, chattering and scolding the dawn, I thought the starlings had gone forever. I remember back when we first bought the house my wife and I were out all one night. We went drinking at Charlie Wright’s on … Read More