In matching swimming costumes with go-faster frills, we lap the pool  — Mum waves at us from the sun bed. Her husband takes a loop of the lobby, tells the barman his life story — helps an old lady with her bags. Mum doesn’t like...

(published in Trinity College’s Icarus Magazine) I’ve given up sleeping with strangers — so now you know when I’m chatting up the bar staff — I’m not taking any of them home — not a single one — so if I do I’ll be utterly...