Samosas for the soul
Posted on Feb 11th, 2016
Two young men were having a conversation within my earshot. “Let’s try this out. It is the college canteen, but they call it cafe. The cup of tea may be expensive, but we will at least see what it is like to be in this place where the Stephanians hang out.” Having overheard the conversation that was clearly private, even …
What will you write about me?
Posted on Apr 15th, 2014
We were sitting in a book-lined study, punctuated with mementos collected over a lifetime of distinguished service. The sun was gently streaming in as I chatted to a ramrod-straight man who instinctively made me sit up straight. We were drinking a cup of tea, served in delicate bone china cups, Wedgewood, one presumed, but did not have the nerve to …