There are quite a few silver birches in the Swedish burial ground at Brookwood When a Goth turned up at Alan Brown’s office, the security guards were wary. Her face was pale. Her hair was inky black. Her clothes were black too, including her father’s dressing gown, which she was using as a coat. When Alan saw her, his face lit up. “You look lovely, darling!” This was the moment in the thanksgiving service that moved me most. Karin Slater was talking about her father.