I was deep, deep underground. The walls were red, the walls were black, the walls were packed with posters. The room was hot and packed with us. We listened to a man who was far, far away, stamping as he declaimed from behind his would-be Teutonic beard.
It’s been a year since Maria McLachlan was attacked. This guest post by Paula Boulton is an example of the journey many of us have been on in the last 12 months… KG