For the first 55 years of my life I had never imagined that I would need to live in a council flat. I had made a life in the heart …
Council Estate Stigma
If you tell people you own your own home, your own business and employ fifty people they generally regard you with an air of …
How morphine and Mowgli led me up the garden path
It was on the tarmac at Lanseria Airport one bright sunny African afternoon that I had my last cigarette. I was lying strapped to …
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The June day the bloody scaffolding came down
I first moved into the flat in mid Wales nearly 17 months after the accident. I had been transported by water, land and air. Home …
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