The story of John, and why an ordinary T-shirt might mean more than we imagine.
“Pussy!”
I shouted it as I cycled up behind him.
He spun around instantly, shoulders squared, ready to confront whoever had just insulted him. Then he saw my face.
“Baldy!”
And there it was. That enormous smile.
I burst out laughing.
Forty-odd years had passed since we…
