Salma eats fish for breakfast, Denny drinks whisky and Lorna sits in prayer. I eat cereal, and cake on Mondays. We all like biscuits. They say C2s buy bourbons and live in flats, and C1s earn £30,000+ and eat out twice a week. Averages frustrate me; we're all exceptions. People have always intrigued me. I wanted to know everyone at school, out of school, the exchange students, anyone that entered my world. I once . . .

A story from oh comely issue ten. It was a one-street African town in Swaziland between the lowveld where the sugar cane grew and the mountainous highveld of forests. The metalled road stretched from our low white house, past the market where children sold oranges from neat piles on sacks and witch doctors gave consultations, past the single . . .