BIRD’S WORDS
This week I lay before you the start of something I have been working on for many years, a block of marble
I have been chiselling this way and that in the hope it may reveal something of itself – and of me. In short, an extract from my forthcoming autobiography.
Why was I such a pain in the rear aged 19?
On finishing a book about Lord Byron while sitting in the living room of my in-laws’ bungalow that winter I wondered, as I read the last page, ‘how could I rise in the world?’ How could I be more than simply who I was then? How could
