‘This Boy’: Gini Wijnaldum
The rain hammered down on the tarmac of the M6, soaking the windshield of the car. Dad cursed under his breath as the wipers impotently slapped back and forth. Following my final year at Uni in Edinburgh, we had piled every miscellaneous item I owned in the boot and crammed ourselves into the remaining space. The radio had been blaring trite for the previous two hours. Splayed in the passenger ...