The rainbow reaches right across the sky, for miles and miles, and has landed right in the middle of our field, in front of the forest. My mother, Alison, is standing at the beginning of a rainbow. I'm sure it's a beginning, rather than the end, as there's no pot of gold in sight. The point where everything forms, or, perhaps, is not quite formed, as yet. That's my favourite place. A place alive with possibility. So begins Strange Things Are Happening, the memoir of musician, DJ and producer Richard Norris. The sense of wonder of standing in that rainbow, at the beginning of something...
The rainbow reaches right across the sky, for miles and miles, and has landed right in the middle of our field, in front of the forest. My mother, Ali...
