Tag: Sara Bucher

Is this a real video, Mum writes, or is this AI? I’m still half asleep. The light in my room is the honey-gold of early mornings and my curtains shiver with barely-felt air. Squinting, I click on the link. The two remaining Beatles walk along Abbey Road. I recognise it because I was there with…

Before my first appointment, I walk through drizzly Newtown, my shoes belching. Personal bias, maybe, but to me this place has always seemed like a cartoon dog with a giant rain cloud over its head. It makes complete sense that here, in 1903, a gardener would have made a formal request for half a tonne…