Lordy, Lordy, Lordy – this entire shebang grows more bizzarre by the hour, if not by the minute.

Overnight, a woman called Andrea Davison has emerged to claim that she was also at Duncroft, and there she

Hear the voice of the Baird!

Who present, past, and future sees;

Whose ears have heard,

The voters word,

That walks among the PCCs…

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I ask because of a headline from the Independent this morning that I find stunning.

‘Brain damaged patient allowed to die with dignity’, Judge rules.

It is the way the article is worded that interests me

When Peter Rippon made the fateful decision not to allow broadcast of Meirion Jones’ documentary on the alleged sexual abuse of girls at the Approved School headed by his aunt, it was the first full bodied drop of rain in what

Evening all; pull up a chair and pin your ears back.

I have, this evening, had a long talk with Miss Margaret Jones, headmistress of Duncroft for many years. It was almost 50 years since we had spoken

Perhaps we should be renaming the BBC; instead of the friendly ’Aunty Beeb’ conjuring up a safe pair of trustworthy womanly hands, would ‘Uncle Beeb’ with all the connotations of the furtive, fiddling Uncle, whose lap you avoid sitting on, be more suitable? It

Duncroft! I never thought I would hear that name again – and suddenly it is on everybody’s lips! It is nearly 50 years ago that the car I was in drew up outside that familiar facade and I prepared to enter yet another

The blog post that won’t go away is still bouncing around in my head; the Sunday newspapers today have further infuriated me – and after long talks with Mr G, I have made the decision to publish.

What a pretty kettle of fish this is…

Just as the CPS finally reach the starting blocks regarding the trial of Chris Huhne for allegedly forcing his wife to take his speeding points…

The

The Norfolk of 30 years ago was a wild and blustery place. The A.11 a single lane traffic jam of lorries grinding their way up to the container port at Lowestoft past wide open fields.

Just as well, so difficult was

Yesterday, I endured the rigors of ‘part privatisation of a National Health Service’. Yes, a chauffeur driven limousine pulled up outside my house, precisely on time, in order to drive me in comfort some 100 miles to the specialist Cancer centre in

And so the lithe and luscious Megan Stammers has been returned to her rightful owners – she was after all, taken ‘without their permission’. Or ‘abducted’ as our hysterical press prefer to claim.

It has been a miracle wrought

Lilian was in her 80s when I first met her. A reserved widow; small, stooped, and shy. She was my next door neighbour. I called her Mrs Smith out of deference to her age.

I found

The air-waves and cyber-waves are fair buzzing with the debate on whether or not ‘to arm our police’. Everybody and his maiden aunt has a definitive view.

On Sunday morning, the BBC fielded its usual ‘balanced panel’ to discuss

A few days ago, I picked up on news of Totnes. Allegedly, democracy was dead in Totnes.

Why? A ‘right-on’ whole food business had vacated their premises; not gone bust, just moved to a new home. Oxfam was mooted as a