Re-Visiting the Past

So picture it: I’m sitting watching the telly, and find myself tightly holding a cushion and biting my lip. It’s yet another drama depicting a rape scene. There do seem to be an awful lot of them, either showing women being sexually abused or laid out on the coroner’s...

Cravings and compulsions

So picture it: A summer evening, the sun still weakly shining through the windows of my fourth floor hard-to-let council flat. I’d made it comfortable and attractive, with pictures on the walls, throws on the sofa and two cats for company. In 1987 I was working and...