Side Swept Fringe

BY DOMINIC WIGHTMAN There was a boy at school. Without question he was a bully. Each house lunch he’d drown out the other boys in our house year group of thirteen. He’d try and belittle us. He was bigger than us. He had an elder brother a few years older who was a prefect. He’d sneak on us and make sure our fun was constrained. … Continue reading Side Swept Fringe