What makes a good story?  I don’t know.  I am not sure anyone does.  But I know one when I read one, and this is a good one.  

In the summer of 1983 I became the first member of my family to be awarded a degree. I returned to the seaside town I grew up in with the letters BSc(Hons) after my name. I then became the first member of my family to sign up on the dole. The poor economic prospects of

The first rock album I bought was Bowie’s Station to Station. It’s taken me nearly 50 years to appreciate it.