Fifteen years ago, Stonelaughter and I had not yet met, but we had begun to have the odd conversation on ICQ (remember that?), having been introduced to each other. We wouldn’t actually meet for another three and a half months, but the events which led to me writing[…]

The Border “Ladies and Gentlemen, we will soon be arriving at York” What? Already? Or should that be at long last? The hours have all mingled into one as the train crawls along at a hideously slow pace. We cross the border and as we do a train[…]

You thought that you could mould me and make me just like you, but I escaped your clutches: I had a different view. I wanted something extra, someone strong and loyal and true. You said that I betrayed you when that someone wasn’t you.