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A Weird Day in the Bookstore

I was 24 at the time and working at a second-hand bookshop. The shop was at the top of the hill, across from a large pub, and my job there was the kind of job every body asked, how I got it, all the time. Thinking I was so lucky. Actually it meant for some […]

June 1992

When I think back to 19 years ago, it surprises me how time has passed, and I wonder why I write about things when I do. I think sometimes it helps to distance myself geographically first. Some times it matters if I am in a relationship or not. Other times, I am sure there is […]