Dave: A Prayer. Or, The Tragedy Of (Steven) King Fear.

  This post is about the best friend I ever had.  That and fear.  We’re not mates anymore because he doesn’t want to know and I don’t really blame him.  It’s also about the usual sorts of things I write about: being confused; being stupid; not knowing how to put things right; not knowing how…

We’ll Eat Again. Or, There’s A Diet* Goin’ On.

My partner, sorry, my ‘girlfriend’ to be respectful to her – ‘partner’ is just me accidentally slipping into the Wild West fantasy role-play that I make her do with me:  I’m The Sundance Kid, incidentally.  Cheers. None of that’s true.  However she does have coeliac disease.  What that means is she can’t eat seal meat,…