Category Archives: Tourist-By-Proxy

The first time I went to the Grant Museum I thought quite seriously about asking a nine-year-old boy out for a drink. I found him by the dugong skeleton just after his mother had taken a photo of him grinning … Continue reading →

I have a friend who is, for all intents and purposes, shipwrecked on a faraway island. Thirteen years ago she went into hospital for routine ear surgery. The procedure went delicately and quietly wrong, and no one suspected a thing … Continue reading →