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In The Pink

Sitting in a South Leeds shopping centre café, the inaugural paragraphs of this monologue are being written during a thirty minutes period I’ve to kill while waiting to start a stint of voluntary work for a national cancer charity. My medio iced Americano staring back at me, I panoramically scour […]

Which St Michael’s Is It?

An old acquaintance, who contacted me to send their condolences after hearing of my father’s passing on Wednesday, recommended an effective way of dealing with grief is to occupy my mind with a distraction. He’s never had to deal with the passing of a close family member but on his […]