Michael Harding: I'm as confused about masculinity as my cat
My cat is a sorry sight whenever some neighbouring queen comes around the yard
There is something graceful about leaving the future in the hands of the young
I was at a wedding recently. The bride wore a yellow dress, and a garland of freshly picked flowers, and after the ceremony she walked through an orchard with her groom, as friends straggled behind them with champagne flutes; everyone in procession towards the river bank, to toast the newly weds, under the sacred oak trees, beside the water’s edge.