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Month: August 2008

Speeding along Lowestoft’s busy London Road South on my bicycle earlier today, a teenager in a hooded top shouted something to me as I passed. I couldn’t quite make out what he’d said, and assumed it had been something insulting. I was just about to slam on the anchors and give hoodie boy a piece of my mind about cheeking your elders when I realised that he’d merely said “Oi, your back wheel’s following you”. Perfectly innocent, not at all…

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Here’s the deal. I’ll write about something other than death when my heroes stop dying. Sir Bill Cotton was, by common consent, the best head of light entertainment that BBC television ever had. He was also, in his retirement, unfailingly kind and generous to herberts like me who rang him up and asked him questions about his dad, the Generation Game and the Albanian delegation at the 1968 Eurovision Song Contest. Although he made a rather fine knight, those who…

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