Think it’s my favourite inherited trait of theirs that they have a fondness for old school mysteries. My student years spent chugging old episodes of Columbo, Quincy, Ironside and the peerless Petrocelli have finally paid off.

After a long Saturday as a reporter covering village fetes, I met Mr Cooper - who was fundraising at his local one. Photographer and I were out of ideas, so got the kindly sporting legend to pose playing hook the duck.
My dad, who was a big fan of the pugilist, has yet to forgive me.

This was a mixed group, by race, gender and profession, and I was disappointed in them all.

Tried explaining that they are simply perpetuating a culture war distraction, but it fell on deaf ears. We left soon after.

It’s a Robin having an early morning puff on his pipe before the day starts

Dickens fans know Christmas is the season for change and transformation, just like Mr Carpenter.

Against the odds, white noise triumphs. I’m 40% less grumpy.

Good plan, hope it works. The withdrawal is murder and quite unpredictable - I’ve felt terrible the past two days, but was fine earlier this week.

That’s very fast. I’ve had to wean off it too and it’s been horrible. Ended up in A&E with heart palpitations after the first 100mg and my mood is all over the place.
Starting to settle a bit on 50mg but heart is still pounding away.

I don’t think I have it but the looping music is murder. 2 minutes in the Co-Op and that’s my soundtrack for the day.

My biggest peeve - know why it would drive you mad.

Yes, absolutely.