Women's sexy underwear is a minor but significant growth industry of late-twentieth-century Britain in the twilight of capitalism.

His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat.

There was a house we all had in common and it was called the past, even though we'd lived in different rooms.

Nostalgia, the vice of the aged. We watch so many old movies our memories come in monochrome.

We must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity.

Women's sexy underwear is a minor but significant growth industry of late-twentieth-century Britain in the twilight of capitalism.

One day, Annabel saw the sun and moon in the sky at the same time. The sight filled her with a terror which entirely consumed her and did not leave her until the night closed in catastrophe for she had no instinct for self-preservation if she was confronted by ambiguities.