Getting a seat on a tube can amount to guerilla warfare.

Rape and drink do not always go hand in hand, despite what some judges might think.

It’s hell waiting for it: a sudden loud noise, that is. Good thing Louella never joined the army.

It’s the seasons of change that strike a chord: spring and autumn. Somehow they’re all to do with colours, scents, tastes and…wellies.

To sleep, perchance …OK, so Shakespeare got there first. I’m not apologising, just rejoicing in a renewed acquaintanceship.