Her hair was held back loosely with a black bandana and her red-rimmed lenses sat perkily on her nose. She wore a plain black skirt - stopping just above her knees - and a navy blue sweater with bands

I had a lover. His name was Charles.  We talked every time we found the space to. Had midnight calls. We never met. He was a radio presenter. Anchored a relationship programme from 7pm to 8pm every

Every era in history, of course, has considered itself ‘modern’ in comparison with the past. This era, permit me to say, was in our understanding most modern. Everything has changed: our fashion, media,