Jack Faulkner

There are children from affluent backgrounds and children from much less affluent backgrounds. Half the children I cook for take home vouchers for food banks. Others went to Greece for the summer holiday. Some of the children clearly only have one jumper to wear. The reality of people whose families don’t have much money is something that I didn’t see at the event I did in the Diptyque shop in Mayfair. Primary schools don’t smell like myrrh at Christmastime.

It’s stupid to laugh, I suppose, and useless to bawl, but I’ll miss Shane MacGowan. Somewhere between the deaths of Henry Kissinger and Sandra Day O’Connor, the frontman and driving force of The Pogues moved beyond. He was sixty-five years old, somehow both living longer and dying younger than a more sober man could expect. I know exactly where I was when I fell in love with the music of Shane McGowan. I was stumbling around Père Lachaise cemetery, searching for the grave of Jim Morrison.

Rakes at the Gates of Hell Somewhere between the deaths of Henry Kissinger and Sandra Day O’Connor, the frontman and driving force of The Pogues moved beyond. He was sixty-five years old, somehow both living longer and dying younger than a more sober man could expect. I know exactly where I was when I fell in love with the music of Shane McGowan. I was stumbling around Père Lachaise cemetery, searching for the grave of Jim Morrison. No, that’s not true.