There are two types of people in this world. There are those, like my step-nan Jackie, who have to have the microphone prised from their...
'... a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream.'
'... a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream.'
