With its massive lion-claw feet and its huge bulk covered in worn brown leather, my mother’s old chair […]
We’re delighted to be presenting this event on Monday 6 February in partnership with the Centre for New […]
And I walk with abandonment, want to walk it off. Needing to distract myself. I anaesthetise myself with my child. I feed her. I change her. I play with her. I comfort her in the night. This night is different. She’s not here. I can’t anaesthetise myself from life. I can’t distract myself. I think – mental pain suffuses me. I take pictures – this distracts me. And maybe it’s true of everyone. We distract ourselves not to feel.
Today’s date had been circled on my calendar for weeks. It would be my first solo drive, […]
Horatio Clare is an author and journalist. He has written two memoirs, the Somerset Maugham Award-winning Running for […]
After I dropped out of my PhD, I took the first job I was offered, because I needed […]
On Saturday October 22nd The Real Story will host a special Manchester Literature Festival edition of our live […]
My mother needs an exorcism. That’s what she said to me one evening. Because she wakes up […]
When I was eight I loved wandering around the shore near the village where I lived. When […]
We are delighted to announce that we have confirmed the headliner for our next live show: Amy Liptrot, […]