He was young. Baseball cap age, if you know what I mean. His girlfriend was with him. She was young, too.
I'm middle-aged. As is often the case, I was casually and eccentrically dressed: multi-coloured fleece; black corduroy jacket; t-shirt; jogging trousers, and boots.
"Cuckoo!" he shouted, this young, total stranger, as he passed me in the street.
If you’d met me the day I was packing my bag to go into psychiatric hospital – again - and told me that less than two months later I’d be helping out at a “Time to Change” event in Devon, I would have told you that you were nuts!
He was young. Baseball cap age, if you know what I mean. His girlfriend was with him. She was young, too.
A recent article in The Telegraph by Max Pemberton - '
If you’d met me the day I was packing my bag to go into psychiatric hospital – again - and told me that less than two months later I’d be helping out at a 
