New Year, Old Labour; plus The Curative Powers of Stephen Hawking

I go on a jaunt to Kings Cross to wave my placard for renationalised railways, plus a visit to hospital for some MRIs and cold comfort.


A Literary Life

I've been mentally troubled for a long time and began self harming when I was 13. My parents referred me to the Children's mental health service in Sheffield, but despite the psychiatrist telling me I should be admitted to their adolescent unit nothing ever happened. I'm not sure if the referral got lost or my …