Two weekends ago, after a busy week and a wedding Saturday lunchtime, Gayle surprised me by getting her parents to come and stay over (to look after Reuben) and whisking me off to London to go and see Wicked. Wow. …

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On the 15th of April 1989, I was lying in a hospital bed in Sheffield, recovering from Meningitis and Encephalitis which had almost killed me a fortnight earlier. There’s not really a lot I remember from those few weeks, but …

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