MENTAL HEALTH

Tara could so easily have died. Even so the investigation seemed interminable. She’d been coughing blood, distraught not only for the pain, but for betraying Dan’s trust. Dan in turn blamed himself, for making the cages seem too safe a

Daniel remembered the first meeting, very fondly. He was to rediscover everyone who’d come together to help make this thing happen. It was to be held in Meeting Room Sunrise at St James’ Church Piccadilly. There was a silver cross

Another cylinder, coloured yellow in warning and standing in the Toxic and Corrosive cage, was chlorine. Gas sensors monitored every cage for leaks – all the gases were harmful in one way or another, some in a combination of ways.

He met with Chas in the Methodist Church Hall in Westminster. This huge, imposing yet welcoming building, was raised for the Methodists, opposite Westminster Abbey. He spotted Chas at a distance. He was just as he’d described, tall, almost lanky,

As a kid Dan used to be interested in numbers, big numbers. Once he acquired a large notebook with wide plain pages and he began adding numbers together 1+1 = 2, 2+2 = 4, 4+4 = 8, doubling as he

Drenched in sunshine, he’d packed his car in no time. He’d been renting the house, there was no furniture to worry about, just his bike and several suitcases, one extraordinarily heavy, stuffed with books. He had to take the front

Daniel remembered how the cars on the main road near his home would sound different from one day, one moment, to the next.  This was most noticeable when the traffic was moving slowly, as if the cars were flowing to

Tuesday 29th April 1997 Leaving behind the Millennium Bridge in his imagination and the dark fortress of Tate Modern Daniel walked further on the South Bank, passing the OXO Tower which he recollected had been the host to an exhibition