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Max WallisThe Guardian |
In the northern market town where I grew up, winter took a long time to pass into spring, and even then something about the sky made me feel hemmed...
Norma likes grapes. She is 89 and lives about 143 miles away from me. She has a deep commitment to Morrisons fish and chips, loves butter mints, and...
can I was 17. It was July and it was boiling. Sweat made a snail-like progress down my neck – but I didn’t care. My swishy, three-quarter-length...
I t goes down like the devil in leather trousers. Soft, oozy, all butter and cheese held in the warming embrace of toast the colour of David...