Whenever I get up, my right knee clicks like a couple of walnuts coming to a bad end. This alarming noise can be traced back to one night in 1987 when I was almost trampled by a police horse. Okay, it wasn’t that close but have you ever been chased by a copper on a [...]
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Ahhh…Earlham Park. Lovely park, lovely all-day breakfast!