2004

Week one of snowboarding was about fear. Fear and pain. Week two was about confidence and fear. And pain. And violent snow storms. Our instructor for week one was an insipid thin lipped character called Stefan. Barely a smile crossed his face as he went through the motions of repeating: “Weight on the front leg” […]

I woke with a start after another night sweaty nightmares. The explosions had started earlier than usual today – around six before first light. Perhaps our side is losing the war – from the volume and the echoes around the valley, it was clear that the explosions were getting closer. A quick check of my

“I am cleverer than you, and that’s why I’m the bass player in this pop group.”