My handsome, brave (and very jammy) older brother made life seem effortless. To him death was a bore, a fleeting phase. His final soothing words to me were: 'See yo…
After a few glasses of wine-bar hock he was tottering homewards when he saw a notice for cathedral evensong. He slipped ...
The novelist and the detective
It was a sensation that lasted for much of the time I spent with the man, the novelist named Peter Grainger, and with his ...