Here’s the plan…

  When I first heard that the breast cancer I’d had in 1993 was back and chewing on my ribs, I was worried I wouldn’t make it until next Christmas. That’s because, in the last few years, a number of my friends have only lasted one more year after the...

The polite assassin.

Two nights ago I had a very vivid – full technicolour – dream. In the true the-next-morning fashion of dreams, some of the details have already left the building. However I can share with you the main gist of the thing. An assassin was stalking my...

Commas: apply with care

Brace yourselves as we enter the world of the Comma: misunderstood, mistreated and underestimated. The poor sweet baby! (I’m going to stick to the basics here. I suggest that if you don’t know whether to put one in or not, leave it out. Get an editor or...