For me, anything is possible. I am omniscient and omnipotent, extremely vain, and, what is more, I come in a handy self-carrying package.

The station at Putney Bridge opened in time for the Oxford-Cambridge Boat Race in March 1880. Fulham was semi-rural at this point.

Intimacy, dependency, vulnerability; need, exposed and acknowledged; the physical link forged, with all of its associated mental, emotional and domestic sublinks wrapping whole chains of commitment around us.

I had a good job, putting in a power plant for his nibs—he indicated the retreating Gordon with a disrespectful jerk of the thumb—but I quit … Do you think I'd work for this four-flusher if you were in the country? … You think Gordon is a false alarm?