Reform

I first penned this ensconced in a creaking fifty-year-old chair in a pub in Dornoch, Scotland. My host was Keith, and I'd a half pint of McEwan's 80 Shilling in front of me. I had already been to the bog twice to drain off the previous…

This month my sister will embark on a three-year journey at the end of which she will have to take the Nightingale Pledge. Okay, that's a pretty bad start because it's a lie. But if she was studying in America, it would be true. She's…