Twenty-five steps from front door to beach. Not so good in the event of a tsunami, but perfect for rolling out of bed and straight onto the sand with a mug of tea, gazing out to sea in the early(ish) morning light. This was my view for the past two weeks. Just returned from St […]
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It’s not only on TV that you’re battered by an avalanche of fear and testosterone-fuelled aggression. A night out with mates increasingly means running the gauntlet of bullies and nutters. At a recent London Mirth Control gig, a burly thirty-something comic, who the MC assured us was “the next Ricky Gervais”, went into meltdown and
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