I’d just finished baking the cake. I’d let it cool, iced it, and slipped it onto a tray. I picked it up, turned round and stood transfixed as it slid from the tray to the floor with a dull splat. Such is the analogy I’m using to sum up last week as, not long after…Continue reading Stalled


Picture the scene, I’ve stripped down to my underwear, I’m lying on my left side on a bed. A man enters the room, consults some notes, eases down my underwear to expose my right hip. Spots the X that was marked on my skin by the first guy I saw, murmurs “OK…” and then, as…Continue reading GTPS