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Come back god, all is forgiven – in the third person

The first time I understood that it  is all up to me – life, etc – was the first full day of my first child’s life. On the seventh floor of the hospital I watched her sleeping and fumbled with

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Flushing out the truth about telling stories with WG Sebald

Once upon a time many years ago I feared I had a stalker. I was working as a reporter then and would usually get home late and full of white wine. On arrival I would jab at my answer-machine to

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DO throw the baby out with the bathwater, or at least ALL his clothes

Once upon a time I threw Standpipe’s clothes out of the window. It was Friday night, we had one child and we were having friends round. I didn’t need help cooking but in my mind I had pencilled him in

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Creativity and hats: when E De Bono met JK Rowling

All creativity is merely judicious plagiarism. Voltaire The other half of last week’s seminar was run by James Steel, a five-time published novelist, who challenged us to define creativity. I think I muttered something about mind maps and others talked

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Dull and lifeless? How some Dutch verbal can help

We were on holiday and having a drink before supper in a hotel. My friend Amphora and I were discussing our hair. ‘I should have washed mine,’ I said. ‘Stop worrying,’ said Amphora, just as her partner Schmutter joined us.

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Revenge of the unseen, non-exploding penis

First, a statement. This is all true. Everything, especially the bit about the penis, is fact and it really happened. But you’ll have to direct your gaze downwards for that. Second, an apology. To all women in London’s gymland. Friends

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A question of character

No one is telling me anything funny about fannies at the moment. It can’t be because they’re all reading the blog and running scared of becoming my next victim. Sorry, I mean, ‘subject’. They’re probably just busy with other areas.

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