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As constitutionally momentous occasions go, Monday October 15th, was a rather subdued affair. Two men sat down together in Edinburgh and quietly signed an agreement. The news coverage was brief and no panic or hullabaloo was reported on the streets. Yet the agreement that was signed that day, now dubbed the “Edinburgh Agreement”, could herald
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The striking thing about many classic fairytales is the often violent and macabre nature of the stories that are told within them. Gruesome and outlandish tales where death, destruction and magic all merge into one rollicking good tale that inspires fear and pleasure in equal measure. Because for all their ghoulishness, read them aloud
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Many years ago, I had the pleasure of meeting David McTaggart, founder of Greenpeace. David was a charismatic and charming man and his company was easy and friendly and very entertaining. Our conversation that day, however, did not, as you may imagine, hang on the perilous state of planet earth. Rather, David was more intrigued
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June feels more like November. I’m drenched after walking the dog and to make matters worse I have a hairdressers appointment. Anyone that knows me will understand this last point. Getting me into a salon is no easy matter. Getting me into a salon when I’m bedraggled and battered and all scruffed up should be
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Sunday afternoon and the sky is overcast and threatening. July, and the rain is going to pour again for yet another day. But I’m restless. All this weather imposed containment, in the middle of summer, makes me jittery. To hell with the elements. I need to get out. I need to run. Anyone who runs
