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Travelling man

I would never describe myself as “intrepid”. Once, many years ago, I was offered a free sample of some new aftershave or other, with the advertising tag line “For the man who likes to live on the edge”. My Ex … Continue reading

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39 years a slave

What were you doing 39 years ago today – 2 April 1979? It was a very different world back then, let me tell you. Labour was just hanging on to government, and Britain had not yet had its first female … Continue reading

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The fruit bowl of shame

Our fruit bowl is a disgrace. I mean, it’s not filthy, or disreputable or anything. In fact, it’s rather a nice one – light wood, large, deep. It should hold plenty of fruit. But it doesn’t. Somewhere in the past … Continue reading

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Cross 

One of my very earliest memories dates back to Friday 4th September 1964. I was five years old and just about to start school but on that day I was sitting, helping the Mater shell peas for lunch. And on … Continue reading

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This bird has flown

On the tenth of August 1988, just after 3.25 in the afternoon, a nice lady in a nurse’s uniform handed me a teeny bundle which turned out to be Boy 1 (of 3). Much the same thing happened in the … Continue reading

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