BACK PAGE My sister calls up to tell me about something interesting she’d heard on the radio.
“Goody,” I say, settling into a deep chair for one of our lovely, long phone-kuiers. “Fire away.”
“Ja,” she says, “so…” And then she stops. “Um… it’s uhm… bloody hell, it’s gone! Can you fricken believe it! It was… it was something I didn’t know, but when I heard it, I just knew you’d like to know. It was something interesting, right up your alley.”
“King Charles is a cross-dresser? Cyril the Shocked has discovered his spine?”
“No man, now it’s gone completely.”
“Never mind,” I say philosophically, “you actually just phoned to tell me about something you never knew, but thought I should know. And now you don’t know anymore. Full circle.…
