The milky way

One day late in 1939, a small article appeared in our daily newspaper. It was submitted by the government and was an appeal for British women to knit socks for men in the army, which was unable to obt

KITTY’S LONG RED hair was dripping as she sat down breathless on the nearest seat. She had thought she would miss the train. The narrow lanes around her parents’ house had been flooded and she had bee

MY goodness, Damien, it’s good to see you!” Adelaise Thierry gave her old friend a hug. She’d had a difficult time since coming to work at the Massiny estate and Damien’s friendly face really helped.

“I used to watch a lot of telly as a kid,” says Jarvis Cocker, relaxing on a sofa in the meeting room at Rough Trade Records HQ in Notting Hill. “It would give me a representation of the world that wa

I believe that if you’re going to bother with deep-frying, you might as well fry everything! Essentially translating as “fried mixed”, fritto misto transports me to the Amalfi Coast, and the joys of a

THE clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha