Felt tips

The Obsessive Diary · Aug 16, 2026 · 3m

He said he wasn’t very good and he’d filled in the crease where his nose met his cheek with the felt tip pen he was using to annotate his sheet music but this kid could play. St Pancras International. A humid Saturday. Arrivals dotted with the peculiar mix of expectation and love that marks it out as my favourite theatre. The train from Paris delayed. A piano and a boy. It took me three goes to find his parent. First I asked the fella nearby who’d been smiling possessively. He’s with us I thought his curls and hat said, the lilt of his hips. But when I asked he was non-plussed with a French…