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WORDSTOCK 2013   Saturday October 5th at 2.00pm I’m on stage with Chelsea Cain!                                       Then writing workshop “Sex and the Serious Novel” at 4.30                                     …

  In the morning there were sky-larks flying high and out of sight, releasing trills and spirals of silver notes into the blue air. Jack left early; from the back bedroom window I watched the Mercedes as he eased it up the lane between parked cars and wheely-bins, exhausts bubbling. At the junction with the main road he paused, an …

This gizmo is set – immovably – into the ground on an Oxfordshire hillside, a few metres  from the White Horse at Uffington. I have found the Reset Button!  Restore Factory Settings! I pressed it but nothing, so far, appears to have changed. Or has a transformation taken place so profound as to be beyond our capacity to apprehend it?

To London: “spread out in the sun, It’s postal districts packed like squares of wheat.” “London was gritty with stale heat and swept with the whoop and shriek of police sirens, patrol cars racing down the Edgware Road. There was a message on the answer-phone in his flat, a wrong number; an old man’s voice, speaking in a papery vibrato: I …

“The heart is joyful, and the limbs are swift and clinging; every bud of every bush is bursting into song: sweet pea, wet petal, salt and honey on the tongue.” Flirting at the Funeral, p.111  

  Four days away from my gig at Hay with Flirting at the Funeral! Your invitation is on the plate!