10 JUNE 1989, page 42

Sweet Tooth And Mueslijaw

He's stuck for a word. He strokes me absently, to soothe himself. He calls me Muse. (Short for Muesli?) I gurr. He chain-chews today it's fudge — when a sourness inside sets his......

`ethereally Mild'

T he English spring, like the writing of books, usually takes place in secret. We wake up one brighter morning and are astonished at what has been going on behind our backs; we......