If you’re one of those people who are counting your blessings that the planet didn’t get sucked into a seething vortex of nothingness this week, I’m sorry to say that we’re not out of the woods yet.
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It’s always a memorable rite of passage for any boy or girl. Your first hamster. As of last night, we now have two of the little fluffsters in the flat.
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I never expected to be supping a pint with Eddie Yeats last weekend, but life has a way of dropping little joyful surprises into your lap when all around is gloomy.
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Where did your father meet your mother? Was it when he walked into the Palais de Danse in his army uniform? Maybe it was in the queue for the bar at a David Bowie gig in 1972? The refectory in the university halls?
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As delegates at the World Food Summit sit down to eat fricasse of panda in a lovely raspberry and rhubarb jus, spare a thought for the rest of the human race currently being shafted by the huge price hike on our grocery bill.
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I had a most pleasant evening at the Alexandra Theatre to see Shout, a new musical with songs from the decade we now call the Swinging Sixties, named after our habit of hanging people.
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