Now we know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall
I ended up putting them all back under the bed.
No link was found, other than that the arguments were all with men.
I rode the 381 home and sat in the priority seats just behind the box of free tabloids.
Like many of John Le Carré’s women, she has a creepy energy that I can only describe as “sex-mother.”
Many of the women in his books seem unable to decide whether they want to sleep with every man they see or be their actual biological mother.
We made a list of all the things we didn’t know: when was the Bronze Age, and what’s steel made of, anyway?
There’s a palpable sense that Britain was at its best back when people were living on rations, the era that had just come to a close when Coronation Street first went on the air.
I Sharpie-scribbled my way through a violently lime green pad of Post-It notes.
Commuting to historical archives is the ultimate exercise in urban loneliness.