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My earliest memories of cricket take me back to when I was at school. Unusually for a girls’ school we had a cricket team. One of the girls’ fathers, known to us as Roopey, had been a county player. Roopey was our sponsor and also our coach. Most of the time we played other local …
“Which plane are you flying out on, dad? Is it the Shake’s Plane?” Of course, Simon knew it wasn’t really the Shake’s Plane. Open on the bed was a big, battered and stickered case with straps and dividers. The case was already half-packed with shirts and underwear. Simon watched his father folding a pair of …
“Something was always jus’ a little off. It was even in his name: William James Maudit.” One afternoon, when I was about fifteen, I took myself off to see American Werewolf in London. For those who do not know this film, at the time it was considered a rather good example of the horror genre. …
The whole effect of his appearance reminded me of an impish faun. His face was heavily made up, his lips violently rouged, and he had on a pair of lurid tights and patent leather shoes with brass buckles, while strapped to his waist appeared to be an instrument of some kind. Suzy was in the …