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On Tom and Joanne

I first met Tom in 2002, when we were training to be Samaritans. We hit it off instantly, sharing private jokes about other volunteers and making each other laugh (whilst helping the suicidal, obvs). I could see that alongside his biting wit here was a serious, compassionate man, a deep thinker, and someone who loved a mass debate (he’d appreciate that joke).

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On riding a stage of the Tour de France

(or how I overcame great adversity to fulfil my personal destiny)

Wotcha. How are the pigs? You keep pigs, right? Sorry, I must be mistaken.

For my **th birthday last December Joan bought me a gift to treasure: entry into the famously gruelling Etape du Tour cycling race. I rode it two weeks ago. This is my story.

Saul 2013

(posey I know but it’s done now)

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On witnessing the horrific

This blog comes with a warning. There’s stuff on here you might not like. I hope that will be enough to keep you reading. If you do you will be rewarded by my ‘news’ at the end.

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On Amy Winehouse

When someone with genuine, coruscating talent dies before their time it leaves us all diminished. Such is the case with Amy Winehouse.

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On coming a cropper

To come a cropper (idiom, British informal): to fall to the ground, make a mistake or smash your face up as a result of cycling like a twat. ex. Saul’s come a cropper, poor chap’ll never strut the Paris catwalks again.

Here’s a visual aid.

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On sickness and on health

It’s been literally seconds since my last blog but something has happened that has moved me to post this, post haste.
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