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    lazing on a sunny afternoon…

    Well this weekend begins with the fabulous news that the tax man will not be taking all my dough in January, only most of it (and if I manage to be slightly more organised over the coming months, this itself could even be further reduced to some). My delightful accountant, having assimiliated the facts and figures, has informed me that…

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    mad for it…

    A brief post by way of update from out in the field, or at the least the basic but spotless and wonderfully central Manchester hotel room where I am temporarily ensconced for the day and night ahead. For whatever reason, this is not a city I have regularly visited in recent years (although true to form, it is still raining)…