Category Archives: Autobiographical Fragments

Rest In Peace

The boy I loved at school….. The boy I felt was the pure living embodiment of beauty, purity and genius…. The boy who filled me with such an overwhelming feeling of tenderness…. The boy in who’s prescence I became a … Continue reading

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How To Get Strange Looks In Your Direction…

Some years ago I was sitting and reading in the canteen of where I then worked. The surrounding conversation turned to Football and, in particular, the fact that England had beaten Scotland by a significant margin in some match or … Continue reading

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Finding Closure And The Strength To Let Go

“The hardest part for me, oddly, wasn’t actually finding him lifeless. It wasn’t even cutting him down and calling 911. Not even when he was pronounced dead at the hospital and I saw my parents reactions. The hardest part was … Continue reading

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Raking Through Ashes

I spent most of the other night tracing back through Jamey Rodemeyer’s Twitter account. (“Misguided Jamey”) to see whether I could find some clues as to what actually happened with him in his last year on this planet. I already … Continue reading

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A Grief Observed (For Jamey Rodemeyer, Jamie Hubley and Philip Parker)- A Much Needed Catharsis- Part 2.

“He kept telling me he had a rock on his chest” – The grandmother of 14 year old gay teen suicide Philip Parker from Tennessee who killed himself in January. All that I can gather from various sources is that … Continue reading

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My Encounter With Pierre Boulez (c.1992)

Have just rediscovered an old letter I wrote to a friend from Birmingham Conservatoire as a music student concerning a Composer’s Workshop given by the French composer Pierre Boulez. It has no date but the address on it makes it … Continue reading

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He Who Would True Valour See Had Better Go To Charterhouse

The school was at the top of the town for a start. So reaching it was an effort in itself. It had been granted a royal charter by Edward VI during a particularly strenuous nappy change, and stands as an … Continue reading

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