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Bob Willis

I remember watching Bob Willis demolish the Australians in the Headingley test match of 1981. I was not in Leeds, of course, but home alone in my house in Brislington. I had endured a horrible summer, succumbing to a long bout...

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Poor little Queenie

My loyal reader will be well aware of my feelings towards Jeremy Corbyn. Woefully out of his depth, the friend of terrorists, the voice of reheated Bennite socialism, a man not fit to be Labour leader, never mind prime minister....

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Still I dream of it

One night, in the late 1960s, I stayed with my dad and his new partner in London. My recollections are extremely dim, though. I seem to remember that the address was in Islington, but that could be wrong. I remember my dad...

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Learn to love again

A vigil took place today for Jack Merritt and Saskia Jones who were murdered in London on Friday by a maniacal terrorist. I was driving at the time when the radio presenter announced there would be a period of silence in their...

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Ukip – the filthy dregs of society

I arrive home from an afternoon out to find two leaflets have been delivered on behalf of the UK Independence Party. Two hugely unwanted leaflets. Let us be clear about one thing: Ukip is filling the void left by the National...