It's been a long 5 months in Ambridge. Custard sales have plummeted and there has been a trifling (sorry) referendum in the meantime. But this Sunday, marks the beginning of the trial of the century. *** If you don't listen to The Archers, don't feel obliged to read on. I feel the need to let … Continue reading The Archers: All rise
It was a rainy night in Soho. I was a 19 year old student and, separated from my friends, found myself alone in Piccadilly Circus at 2am. I had been drinking quite a bit and had not taken a coat. I had only just moved into my new student house and, although armed with my … Continue reading Ched Evans: A criminal who could once kick a ball.