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In 2011, two weeks before Christmas, my last surviving grandparent died, my paternal grandmother. It is an odd feeling to realise you are a generation up. I have posted many times on Twitter about the huge impression both my grandmothers made upon me, for very different reasons, when I was growing up. They were both very different but massive influences on me and I think if you asked my parents they would tell you they can see both of them in my personality. I don't think it is a spoiler...

What do spoons mean to you? Nothing, perhaps. Maybe beyond their primary functions of stirring tea, shovelling yoghurt into your mouth or, if you’re so inclined, cooking up your drugs on, they hold no value or emotion for you. I think – no, I know – that is the correct, default option. But for me they seem to be more than that. I was at my mother’s in Yorkshire recently and she was showing me her new cutlery. It was nice, modern, but it meant she needed to clear out...