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Many of the easier-to-recall memories I have from my childhood that are coming back now are to do with fathers. Not just father-figures, in the friends I’ve often looked up to and modelled myself on, but other people’s fathers. One … Continue reading

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My mum, and no doubt a lot of her generation, were keen to see their children achieve in qualifications – to succeed in terms of recognisable and bankable entries on a CV – because the world we’re surrounded by isn’t … Continue reading

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I’ll start again, where I left off, with the half-doubted memory, my mother’s well-worn anecdote. 1988 (I’m sure now this was the year) and I’m sat, not even 8 years of age, watching that awful scene unfold – the starving, … Continue reading

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So what happened in the 80s? Ben Elton. Alternative comedy. The Young Ones. Thatcher. Strikes. The collapse of communism and the dissolution of the Soviet bloc. The fall of the Berlin Wall. The rapid financial growth of the free market … Continue reading

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Last night I discovered that W2B, goddess that she is, has bought me a very special souvenir on her travels – a typewriter. She’s coming back for a week in seven days, and this new and singular gift will be … Continue reading

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