Sister of mercy

ONE OF THE MOST GRIMLY FUNNY POEMS OF the past century is Philip Larkin’s “This Be the Verse,” with its opening salvo about how our parents invariably mess us up. Larkin used a saltier word for “mess,

Whisper it — the star of Hotel Portofino isn’t that keen on Italian food…

“Between you and me …”

TOM! What are you doing here?” I stopped gazing at the empty space in the centre of the table, to throw myself into my fiancé’s arms. “You’re not supposed to be here until tonight,” I told him. “I dec

It was lovely writing about my childhood in Swansea. When I turned 18, I felt so young – I’d never lived away from home before. My world was so safe and secure and wonderful. But I’d been reading Kenn

TWO choc ices and an orange Kia-Ora, please.” He didn’t need to tell me what he wanted. As soon as the house lights went up, and he appeared in the aisle, I was already reaching into the illuminated t