Advice from the Literary Agony Aunt
Once upon a time, in my way-back incarnation as a jobbing journalist employed (illegally) in a Fleet Street features agency, one of my tasks was to provide a regular advice column for dissemination to the far flung outposts serviced by the agency. Readers, probably not that many, in places like Kowloon or Easter Island or the innermost wastes of Alaska, were treated to juicy perversions and unimaginably complex existential crises.
I invented the questions and the answers. It was fun.
Such fun that ever since I’ve believed that there’s an agony aunt inside me, wildly signalling to be let out.
And now, here she is! Newly arrived into the world, and complete with Dame Edna Everage spectacles to add gravitas to my counsel. Each week a new dilemma – or maybe two – will be published here and on my Facebook page. Here’s the first one: