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That’s a track on Brother Hazzard’s new album, Songs From the Lynher, and given that it’s been five years in the making and appears 35 years after his last release, I hope he’ll forgive me purloining the title for the heading to this week’s epistle. It’s top of the agenda because in a world gone […]

I find myself tucked up with very strange bedfellows these days. (Not the first time I’ve had strange bedfellows, of course, but that’s a story for another day). Just look at the good people snuggled under my capacious duvet this week: Andreas Whittam Smith thinks there might be a revolution; grass roots members of the […]

There must have been some sort of mistake. We have now decanted a decade and a half’s worth of possessions, including those belonging to our two boys, into what we thought was a spacious four or five-bedroomed property. Turns out it’s just a bijou one-bedroomed studio maisonette after all, in which we occupy a few […]

So this week we get ready to say goodbye to our home of 16 years. After all the sturm and drang of dealing with bankers and lawyers and their dull, unresponsive, uncaring attitudes, it’s come as a bit of an anti-climax really. British Telecom – God bless their shambolic incompetence! – added a bit of […]

Dear Captain Kay and I endured Saturday’s England against Scotland game in rugby’s World Cup, and conducted our usual post-match analysis afterwards. “What gets me,” said the drink-sodden old buffer, “is that I wasn’t actually excited about the game beforehand… do you remember how excited we used to be in the old days before an […]