
WHEN the Advanced Level curriculum was born, back in the early 50s, three A grades was regarded a rare, and extraordinary, achievement.
GOING on holiday may not seem like the smartest thing to do when you’re strapped for cash.
THE last time I haggled was on a beach in Goa. A girl was trying to sell me an ankle bracelet that I did not want.
THE Clarke family, who have kept golden labradors for years, had a wonderful present on Christmas Eve when their pet Tessa produced nine beautiful puppies.
EVERYTHING used to be so much better – entertainment was more interesting and celebrities were greater. But was it, and were they really, or are we just looking back through rose-tinted spectacles?
IN every club, there is always one poor drunken soul who just cannot dance. You know the type – arms flailing everywhere, heavy clumping bear-steps and a manic grin never wavering on his blissfully oblivious face.
THERE is something a bit saucy about the tango, isn’t there? Let’s face it, there can’t be many women out there who have not, at one time or other, rather fancied the idea of being skilfully swept around the dance floor by a confident (and, if you are honest, muscular, young and altogether dashing) gent.
AARON Le Boutillier is not the first man to write a book as a cathartic process but when you know the subject matter it seems even more understandable than most.