AFTER my column, ‘Spurious Seers’, was published last month, several readers jokingly suggested I get in line to become the next horoscope seer. Of course,
THE sign on the fortune teller’s tent read, ‘Closed due to unforeseen circumstances’. This solidly enhanced my lifelong belief that soothsayers such as Nostradamus, Cassandra,
YOU know you’re old when watching TV programmes involving, ‘well-known’ personalities, and you don’t recognise any of them. And to ensure you have no bolt-hole