Only in what I choose to call ‘middle age’– with the implicit intention to live to at least 114 – did I become a dog owner. It was a project that must have been quietly gnawing away at me, so to speak, for more than 50 years,...
Read MoreIt seems rough, tough Northern lads and lasses can still really show those Southern namby-pambies a thing or two when it comes to settling a dispute with a bit of a scrap. Research published in the dog days between Christmas and...
Read MoreI’m an East London boy with strong Northern connections, proud and grateful about my maternal links to Manchester and the fine-tuning of my thought processes by a doctorate in Sheffield (fish glands, since you ask). But with my...
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