THE SMALL THINGS

I must, at last, at last, do the news. What happened on this tremendous date? The editor of the Times resigned; the Finucane enquiry release...

By this stage, I have absolutely no idea why I am doing this. I have almost lost interest in the date. I worry for the sanity of the Dear Re...

Ham and cheese sandwich for my very late lunch, and a good swig of iron tonic, as I feel very weak and tottery after all that coffee and wor...

I do work. I am quite wired from caffeine, and my brain appears to be functioning at capacity, which is not always the case. Even though I a...

This is a Red Letter Day. It is a day among days. Apparently, this repetitive date is the last one ever. I can’t quite work it out in my min...