Twenty five saw the rise of the Canadians. If my life were a drama then this ‘season’ saw an influx of new characters, none of which I could now comprehend having ever lived without. We moved closer to Highgate Cemetery, its legendary cobbled streets often echoing ghostly carriage-wheels clattering across them. It all felt like something was beginning in my life. As usual, looking back, I was then too impatient to understand what it was. I was in a Wildean prime of youth: confident, solvent, inspired, capable and unafraid. The world was my oyster, and everything suddenly within easy reach.
