It was here, upstairs at the indie night at the Cape of Good Hope, Oxford, on 12th March, 1987, that I got together with the woman whose husband I would become.
Still I’d leap in front of a flying bullet for you.
What right does an establishment purveying food like this to be called ‘Nibblers’?
The prospect of toast and poetry.
Best drink of the day.
Library (with Crime & Punishment)
Sort of ‘working’ on my day off.