‘I lie silently as the last dregs of my once transcendent seriousness drain away. What I’m mostly feeling now is lonely.’
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‘Whenever anything awful happened somewhere in the world, I would be sent there: fly out Wednesday; file the copy Friday, update it Saturday; home again Sunday. ‘
Jonathan Tulloch shares the second of his gustatory delights, the heterogeneous cakes of summer, from the societal nuances of home-baked vs. shop-bought to the unfairness of selective corpulence and his granddad’s final Victoria Sandwich.