My son was three and my daughter five. It was the summer of 1997. James Cameron’s film had not yet appeared, but a great human tragedy was unfolding on our living-room carpet.
Those Who Felt Differently
‘The bedside radio came on. A solemn voice, a plain sentence or two, the tune of 'God Save the Queen' played at its most mournful pitch’.
‘We showed 'the spirit of London', the same spirit of our citizen forebears during their bombing by the Luftwaff.’