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Jill Gallone: Derbyshire's first street shooting
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Thursday, 13 November 2008. Derbyshire's first street shooting. Derby, the place I have always been so proud of, the city I have defended to the hilt, shopped, worked and played in, has suddenly been plunged into the mean streets league in my eyes. As for the youngster’s family and friends, their pain must be unbearable. How I feel for them. I feel for Derby as a whole, too. This incident sets a new crime low for the city. I know Derby has gangs, I know it will also have people without reason, conscience...
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Jill Gallone: June 2008
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Wednesday, 25 June 2008. So wacky pterodactyl impersonator Lee McQueen won The Apprentice. What a huge relief. Common sense triumphed over the intensely clever stupidity so often displayed by people who are super bright but, somehow, don’t live in the real world. Hard work and effort triumphed over a fistful of academic qualifications. It makes the heart sing, because after Lee’s CV rumpus, I thought he was out for the count. He could have done far worse, like claiming he was an Oxbridge grad. Sir Alan s...
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Jill Gallone: April 2008
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Tuesday, 29 April 2008. My Rams fan shame. The Arsenal game on Monday night was sadly marred by what can only be described as racist chanting. I am usally proud to be a Rams fans. Everyone has commented on our supporters' loyalty in this most dire of seasons. But the tendency, almost through boredom, to wind up star Premiership players in the opposing team actually works against us in every way. In fact, it fires them up to score hat-tricks. Not so clever, then. Sir Alan Sugar and Me. And, though I know ...
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Lucy Orgill: Fridge Fascists
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Thursday, 19 February 2009. Lucy’s column for Feb 17th. They’ve riffled through our rubbish. They’ve leered into our kids’ lunch-boxes. And nagged us into eating our five-a-day portions of knobbly greens, tasteless tomatoes, bent bananas, and wilting watercress. There are also moves afoot for busy-body council employees to turn up on our doorsteps and demand to know how many en-suites, utility rooms, extensions, and hen coops we’ve got, in order to re-value the amount of council tax we pay.
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Lucy Orgill: Grannies
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Thursday, 26 February 2009. Lucy’s column for Feb 24. Indulge me a bit while I talk about grannies in general, and those close to me in particular. She’d met my grandfather in India in the 1890s, where she worked as a nanny, and he was an Army regular. They had three sons, and only a year after my dad, the youngest, was born, he was killed by a cricket ball to the head during a game. She had to sail home alone, with her three little boys, to what? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Lucy Orgill: February 2009
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Thursday, 26 February 2009. Lucy’s column for Feb 24. Indulge me a bit while I talk about grannies in general, and those close to me in particular. She’d met my grandfather in India in the 1890s, where she worked as a nanny, and he was an Army regular. They had three sons, and only a year after my dad, the youngest, was born, he was killed by a cricket ball to the head during a game. She had to sail home alone, with her three little boys, to what? Thursday, 19 February 2009. So it was only a matter of ti...
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Lucy Orgill: December 2008
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Monday, 29 December 2008. Earlier this month I returned from a week away to find two timely reminders that Christmas was, indeed, a-comin’. There was a pile of cards on the doormat from those who are infinitely more organised than yours truly, and a story in the papers suggesting that we give Christmas cards a miss – and that from a man of the cloth, the Right Reverend Bishop of Reading Dr Stephen Cottrell. And for a moment, I was torn. Tuesday, 16 December 2008. Home Alone by John Orgill. Mates ring up ...
