Blog! Julie Andersen's latest post about the special place of her teenagehood, 'The Hill', offers a nostalgia and wistfulness some writers have been trying to create all their careers. I'm reminded of the two places I can always go to if I need to remind myself of everything. The first is at the side of the lake in the park where I live. A friend and I once agreed it would be a 'great place for a shag'. Sadly he was male, so we didn't actaully test the theory. The second place is Birmingham. The whole city. I have never been there and not had a chance to get outside myself -- that something unusual or lovely hasn't happened. Remind me to tell you about sometime...
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