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Rain, Running and Bad Words, part three

There are two weeks to go now before I tackle the Bath Half Marathon for the Alzheimer’s Society and I’ve just completed my third month of training. What have I learnt so far? Well, while the training itself can admittedly be agony, the rest of the time everything...

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Rain, Running and Bad Words – part two

You can read the opening instalment of this sweaty saga here, and find out why I'm putting myself through this here. Look at that face. Yes, yes, I know, devilishly handsome and inexplicably youthful and all that, very kind of you to say so, but it’s also the face of...

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WG Grace: Death of a Champion

WG Grace, who died a century ago today, lived through extraordinary times. He was born in 1848 as revolutions and a wave of hope swept across Europe and the world and died in 1915 just as it became clear that the war in Europe was destined to be the most devastating...

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Gilbert: The Last Years of WG Grace

Scroll down for a link to buy this book. When I was a kid I used to walk past the house in which WG Grace spent the last years of his life on my way to and from school. It got to the stage where he practically became my imaginary friend, something I wrote about in The...

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Constance Street

To buy this book scroll down to the link at the bottom of the page. Don’t be fooled by the cover – this isn’t just a book for your nan. It’s the story of my great-grandparents Harry and Nellie Greenwood (who also part-inspired Attention All Shipping) and the...

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Sales and Marketing Hear About The New Harper Lee Novel

A MEETING IN A MEETING ROOM Editor: OK, I can’t sit on this any longer – we’ve got a new Harper Lee novel! Sales/Marketing person 1: Harper..? Editor: Harper Lee! To Kill A Mockingbird! Sales/Marketing person 2: OK... S/M1: Is there not already a book called that?...

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Phillip Hughes: Curator of Dreams

In 1985 Hugh McIlvanney wrote after the sudden death of Jock Stein of “the larcenous nature of death, its habit of breaking in on us when we are least prepared and stealing the irreplaceable”. McIlvanney’s words came immediately to my mind on hearing of the death...

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The Forgotten Soldier

When I came across my grandfather’s brother while researching the family tree and learned he’d been killed in Flanders a week before the Armistice aged nineteen, he was news to me. However, when I mentioned great-uncle Edward to my dad and discovered his own uncle was...

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