My Olympic Moment
My best friend nudged me. “You’re being called up.” It was summer 1989 and the End of Year Assembly. I was twelve (and a half) years old and had won the School […]
Category Archives: Creative Writing
My New Identity
My new identity was delivered to me at 10.30 this morning, by a woman in a red Peugot 207. The white A6 envelope she presented contained a red slimline paperback of […]
Creative Writing
I am envious of my nine year old self. Back then my imagination knew no bounds. It did not get embarrassed at fantastical conclusions, nor cynical of implausible outcomes. I […]
