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      A Very Murderous Suicide
            A MURDEROUS SUICIDE     W inter In Wales ales is nearly always bleak, and December of the year 1862  was no exception.  In the valleys of the Rhondda, frost’s icy grip ha...

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      The Quality of Mercy
              THE QUALITY OF MERCY?         U nless you happen to have been born in that year, for most people 1949  holds no special significance.  1949 was however t...

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      Dick Tamar
                    BORN TO BE HUNG     "His complexion and eyes are very dark; his features taken separately are not bad but in their totality present an expression of reckless defiance and ...

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      Whatever happened to Harry
      WHATEVER HAPPENED TO HARRY?     A  great many World-revolutionising events occurred in the early years of the 50’s.  1950 saw the start of McCarthyism in <st1:country-region w:st="on">Amer...

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      A Child of God
              CHILD OF GOD     I n contrast to the region’s normally temperate, if wet climate, the month of January 1799 in <st1:place w:st="on">West Glamorgan</st1:place> wa...

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      Bridget Millward
      A FOGGY NIGHT IN <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">CARDIFF</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">TOWN</st1:placetype></st1:place>         I f fo...

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      macho Mike
      Tossing the G string to one side Nigel selected a pair of skimpy gold coloured underpants with two eyes, a moulting black Mexican style moustache and a long pink plastic nose sewn onto the front of them.  “Tools of the trade,&rd...

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      De-briefing
      “Where the hell are you?” I asked him. Four days had drifted wearily past since the babysitting episode, the last three of them I’d been totally alone.  The only reason I’d been given for my brother’s s...

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      A JOB
      Chapter Two A Job (God help us)     “Who are you then?” She asked,  a women in early sixties, who would have looked motherly if she hadn’t bee squinting at me, distrust written all over her face. &ldquo...

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      Chapter 2
      “Catch” My dim witted brother Jason lobbed me a ball as I walked through the door of our seedy third floor office. I yelped, caught it, recognised it as a hand grenade from the various war Sally, who was on her way out of the...

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      Chapter 1
      Chapter 1 The Big mistake   On the morning the story really begins in earnest an icy wind was blowing in from Siberia, or Norfolk, (Global warming phobia hadn’t yet struck, at that time we were still panicking about an immanent...

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      Preface
      PREFACE Reflections, or more correctly, where did I fuck up?               Like all innocent men, thrown into prison on a murder charge, all I could do was protest my innocence...

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