It’s easy to despair of men; we give the world so much material. Especially those men – you know the ones. The men we hope we’ll never meet, or be, yet are everywhere.
The day after Elianne Andam was killed, I was waiting to cross the road outside my local Tube station, a busy crossroads. Next to me on the traffic island, as car…
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