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    from birthdays to banks and I’m here!

    Here in my shiny new stomping ground just a hop, skip and jump from the Monument that is, after a relatively painless (or as near to painless as a 5am start can be, not that most of the people walking around in the street outside here will be any stranger to one) shift the couple of hundred miles South last…

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    it’s all change!

    And as the keen-eyed and vigilant will have already spotted, I’m on the move… Via some seriously hard work, a not-small sum of money and a hefty dose of pure dumb luck (mostly of the Right Place Right Time variety, which is something that until now at least, has rarely kept company with me in the last forty-seven-and-a-bit years), I…

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    back to the ‘burgh…

    And with the turn of the decade it’s been a busy few weeks and not just in London, where an accommodation blip screwed things up not entirely but fairly comprehensively at least for the first couple of days (although it did give me chance to get over to the Prince Charles for a preview of the exhausting but wholly terrific…