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“The cafes are all deserted. The streets are wet again. “There’s nothing quite like an out-of-season holiday town in the rain…” The imagery...
I know a woman who was bullied at school as a child. She was a textbook victim, with no poker face and woeful coping strategies. I mean, imagine...
It’s 1978. Maryburgh Primary School has reached the final of the Northern Constabulary Inter-School Quiz. I’m the only girl in our team of four,...
Do you remember your earliest encounters with the internet? Or, at least, your first “wow!” moment? I remember mine. I’d popped in to say hello...