Sixteen, clumsy and shy

National Health specs. Check. Faded indie-kid t-shirt. Check. Floppy car­digan. Check. Col­lec­ted works of Oscar Wilde. Check. Hear­ing aid. Check — sorry, did you say hear­ing aid? I guess if there is an emin­ently appro­pri­ate moment in any week to dive into the darkest recesses of my music col­lec­tion and sud­denly redis­cover The Smiths, then Sunday […]