In 1994, aged twenty-three, I stood in front of several hundred delegates in a hotel in South Kensington, and tried not to pee myself.
Mrs Darcy versus the Aliens
This post has been transferred in from a previous blog. Thanks to all who contributed or commented. The munching noise you hear… the slurping, the pause, the belch… that’s me, eating my words. I deleted a blog post today; the third favourite girlfriend, my reaction to The Longlist.