Lying awake looking at the ceiling in our flat (in West Berlin in the late 1980s) I can hear Bob in the flat above ours ‘stamping’ around. Bob is a big bloke with big feet and we like him because he is the General’s driver and when you hear him running around in the early… Read More ›
I love life. I want to be the best I can be and even as I approach 60 I still think my best years are ahead of me. So why do I feel the need to reinvent myself and how will it help me become the man Joyce wants me to be?