Yorkshire Writers' Lunch

  Another year – another AGM.   Here they all are, shuffling in with little or no interest.   Why they bother coming at all I have no idea.   Arthur looks as though he’s had a few.   No change there.   I watch in dismay as he sways towards the buffet, which I might add is not officially open, and slides his grubby hand beneath the cling film, shoving a whole sandwich into his mouth.   His eyes suddenly light up and I follow his gaze.   Might have known, he’s spotted Veronica in her barely there skirt.   She giggles as he passes a plate of cake towards her.       “No thank you,” she whimpers.   “A moment on the lips is a lifetime on the hips.” This I might add is one of her favourite expressions and it absolutely makes me sick.   I feel like shoving a whole cake down my throat just to spite her.   Arthur leers and slaps her on the bottom.   She looks quite alarmed, like a rabbit caught in the headlights. ...

Changing flights at JFK airport in New York from London on route to Kingston Jamaica is not my favourite thing to do, but Delta and Virgin airlines have a relationship and had a super deal with Premium seats, so the inconvenience of an eight-hour layover 6 th to 7 th of June 2019, seemed worth it. I had it all figured out in my head that I would spend the night asleep in the lounge, but when I got there I was invited to look around and thought that for $70 there wasn’t that much on offer. The buffet looked tired, and people were lounging around on comfy chairs fair enough, but that was not what I was expecting to see. I had fantasised about little cubicles where I could really lay out and snore.   It was now close to midnight  and my departure was at 7am. I realised that my phone had lost power and I didn’t have a charger on me with the correct electrical plug as that was all snug in my suitcase. Eventually, I found the parade of airport shops which were all closed apart fro...