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    west end girl…

    So, a far less tardy contribution after arriving back from That London late Saturday night after a fun but frantic few days, bar an unprecedented break on one due to what some would probably call a Temporary Maintenance Issue (I can’t be the only person who would love to know when, and more pertinently why people started saying issue when…

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    twenty one more sleeps to go…

    Well whatever the detractors might think (and unlike myself after eight mince pies from Betty’s brought by a kind visitor the other day), it’s all undoubtedly starting to take shape, starting with the weather (distinctly chilly at time of writing), the television (on which I have watched many, many Bonds over the last couple of weeks) and not least the…

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    another one bites the dust…

    And the strangely paced and eerily lit limbo that stretches between Christmas and New Year draws to a close – the oddness of having shops and banks open (barely, or at least provided you didn’t blink) and people going back to work while there are still films with recognisable actors on television during the day and turkey in the fridge,…