Summary
At the buffet counter, the Poet Laureate was next in line, then me. I tapped him on the shoulder. '[Ted Hughes]?' I said. He turned round. 'Ye-es,' he said, slowly, warily, yet with a generous dash of self-deprecation. This was it. Here was my chance to ask my big question. I took a deep breath. 'Can I ask you, Mr Hughes,' I said, 'have you ever been to Southend?'
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Brief Encounter
Last week I was pinioned to the floor being subjected to all sorts of playful indignities by an imaginative and surprisingly strong young lady. Turning my head away to avoid a slap, I found myself looking at the inch-high gap u...
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