HOW (NOT) TO BE A MANAGER

  ever have I ever tried to disappear into thin air as much as during P.E. lessons at school. I hated sports, for sure, or breaking into a sweat or becoming breathless, but I really disliked being picked for a team. Or not picked. Or the worst of...

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HOW (NOT) TO BE A MANAGER

HOW (NOT) TO BE A MANAGER

  ever have I ever tried to disappear into thin air as much as during P.E. lessons at school. I hated sports, for sure, or breaking into a sweat or becoming breathless, but I really disliked being picked for a team. Or not picked. Or the worst of...

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THE FLEUR FAMILY

here’s a little girl we know called Ella. She’s around about four years old now. I know this because she was one of the first customers we ever had at the Fleur De Lys, when she was only a couple of weeks old. Ella has been the centre of family...

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ONLINE REVIEWS: FAKE NEWS

t was 3.40am when my eyes popped open. There was a cat tucked under my armpit and another wrapped around my feet, but that wasn’t why I was awake in the dead of night. My subconscious had, in the brief time I’d been asleep, been wrestling with that...

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A LOVE LETTER TO BRISTOL

he engine idled, penned in on all sides by taxis full of weekend revellers. As the sun slipped lower behind high-rise buildings, the lights of the city began to appear in windows from the ground to the sky, illuminating a night filled with...

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