Middle age is a minefield. In my head I still think of myself as 23, even though my children reckon I’m about 123. When I try and impress them with tales of interviewing George Michael and Paul Weller in their heyday (and mine), they roll their eyes and mutter “but they’re so old…” So India Knight is really on to something with her latest novel, Mutton. The second of her ...keep reading
“You must be mad,” said my husband when I told him I was going to a reunion at my old school. “I can’t think of anything worse.” He had a point, of course. The idea of meeting up with pals from your youth more than a quarter of a century later is weird – but curiosity got the better of me. That, and a flurry of emails from friends saying ...keep reading