Last month, someone famous died suddenly.
You won’t have read about his passing in the papers. There wasn’t a mention of it on the national or local news. It’s unlikely you were moved by one of the many tributes on Facebook. He wasn’t a movie star, a pop star, a writer or a TV celebrity. He was a colleague.
I have two jobs. One is writing and the other is cabin crew for a well-known airline. This airline employs so many people we are each assigned (and identified by) a staff number. In my department alone there are thousands of us. Every time I go to work I introduce myself to co-workers for the first time. I work shifts with no fixed pattern, flashing my welcome aboard smile alongside complete strangers. Sometimes, years go by before I see the same face a second time. I wear a uniform and I’m required to behave with decorum, so I often feel my true personality is diminished. Names and faces blur into one. ..... Read more















At the age of twelve Graham regularly danced around the lounge to Kate Bush's Wuthering Heights Now forty five he still hasn't decided what he'll do when he grows up So far he's worked in an ice cream shop trained as a hairdresser studied sociology and psychology written for and performed with a touring theatre company and backpacked ……

