A sample of my early prose.

My grandmother, bless her, recently unearthed some of my early creative work:

In the years since, my handwriting has noticeably improved.

Yeah, those were the days; back when Mum – sorry, “mummy” – could unlawfully seize my hard-earned birthday money and use it to buy me clothes. What a scam! Only now, with the benefit of hindsight, can I appreciate that she was trying to teach me an important lesson about the dangers of “big government.”

I’m still trying to work out what I’d written before that almost-imperceptible transition to the word “clothes.” Was it “claths”? Damn, I hope not.