The story of my life doesn’t exist. Does not exist. There’s never any centre to it. No path, no line. There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it’s not true, there was no one. Margeurite Duras, The Lover. There was a time, before Covid-19, in what now seems like … Continue reading The Guthrie connection to Winston Churchill and the Loch Ness Monster.