The privilege of being invited back for a formal college reunion was bestowed upon me. Although the invitation did say that, “the pleasure of your company is requested” which really means that I was doing them a favour. We had dinner in long formal gowns in a long formal dining hall that King Henry VIII […]

The idea of the college reunion suddenly struck me as a most dreadful one as I travelled with Raz towards college. There was presumably a pretty good reason for not staying in touch with 500 people you had last spoke to eight years ago. My point was reaffirmed by a chance meeting in a dull

On my way to Croydon, I stopped at a bookshop in Oxford. The title of a book caught my eye, while I queued to pay. “The Idler Book of Crap Towns”. I picked up the book, and flicked through. The page opened on Croydon. I skimmed through the statistics, and the following descriptive phrase caught