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The little matchgirl. A tale re-told. Part 1 of 2

                                                          … when respectable heads were hatted and industrial smoke filled every lung, when automobiles were rare and horses and carts were common, then, lived a poor little match girl. Molly. We join her one cold December day, as … Continue reading

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The price of fame: a cigar for Jimmy Savile

I’m standing in the back of a British Telecom van, hanging onto a shelf. There are no windows. Jimmy Savile wants to arrive unseen in Leicester Square – he’ll be mobbed, he says, if we go in a car with … Continue reading

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