It was a glorious sunny day in March, the warmest day of the year so far, when I met the girl who changed my life. Lately, I’d taken to walking alone in the countryside carrying the worries of the...

1986:I saw the girl on the bus today. Standing in the wasteland by the burnt-out shell of the reactor. Posing, with a dirty old tyre, on shiny carbon grit surrounded by the irradiated windswept scrub. Much of the green...