or: the beast of hackney revisited
at the weekend i got an exciting couple of emails from a Mr GEOFF C. in ref. my “three skinned bears” blog7-post of august last year. With his permission, I reproduce an extract (my emphases):
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I was officially crap at Games at school. It was always the low point in my school report. Small in stature, a year younger than everyone else in my class and no depth perception all added up to a poor team player: it was assumed. And it was true. Od[…]