Isabel Greenslade



Slip carefully

I know it’s hard times at moment, Dad writes in a birthday card to Mum, forgetting the ‘the’ before ‘moment’ and briefly becoming a working-class man from Yorkshire in the process; a coal miner, bricklayer or hurdle-maker, eating cheese and …

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Save the planet/love your body

A flock of naked cyclists, plucked and pinking, intercept my tram to yell this through the tilted-open window as they pass, looping from Lygon Street onto Elgin with their orange flags and painted backs, two or three abreast, the little …

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