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My name is Eliza Anne Thomson. I am eight and three quarter years old. I have a dog called Amber, a cat named Bono, and a mum that I wish was someone else’s. We are standing outside The British Museum ‘cos … Continue reading
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I recently applied for a job and to my great surprise I was invited for interview. I say this, not because I have the slightest doubt that I will be the best person for the job, but because I have … Continue reading
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My name is Eliza Anne Thomson. I am eight and three quarter years old. I have a dog called Amber, a cat named Bono, and a mum that I wish was someone else’s. We are standing in the car park … Continue reading
On the day that Big Ben stopped as Margaret Thatcher was eulogised, demonised and then buried, I wondered what sort of a world it is we now live in. What would the woman who was incorrectly attributed as having said … Continue reading
It’s February 2016, rapidly approaching the centenary of the Easter Rising and the upsurge of Irish republicanism that led to partition, and almost a century of bloody civil war. Jonny Farrell, the only Protestant to have joined the IRA, is … Continue reading
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Gone Girl — what to make of that then? Crikey! Gillian Flynn’s much-acclaimed new novel is one of those very rare books that I could not put down. Actually… I’ve just told you a lie. Misled you. The unreliable critic. … Continue reading
