Fisticuffs. August 2012.

Dear Rowley, Missed writing to you my dear but life in London has been awfully frantico of late. Now I promise you this is the last letter where I’ll mention the M word: no, not Madonna, migraines. My most important … Continue reading

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We Have The Power To Rebuild Him. August 2012.

Dear Rowley, As Glenda Slagg would have it, ‘Bradley Wiggins: crazy name, crazy guy’. Somebody really ought to tell the goggle eyed loon that yellow is really not his colour. Chapeau and all that for winning the Tour de France … Continue reading

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