I'd just finished watching Jeff Stelling and his clan mutter over a vidiprinter, it was a decent day. One of them days where you can actually take your jacket off and not feel like you've made a bad decision, which is pretty rare for Bradford.
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Can a prison possibly justify treating its inmates with saunas, sun beds and deck chairs if that prison has the lowest reoffending rate in Europe? Live reports from Norway on the penal system that runs contrary to all our instincts – but achieves everything we could wish for An inmate convicted of murder sunbathes outside the wooden cottage where he lives.
I was thinking today about how times have changed in retail since I bought my first Harrington and docs as a 15 year old back in 1978. I then recollect a year or so later having my first job (16 year olds with jobs , well some things definitely have changed) and buying my first crombie, then a tonic suit, followed by a boating blazer.
It’s called Saltdean, and I presume the derivation originates from the sulphurous air that permeates the atmosphere from the sea. It’s about five or six miles outside of Brighton, and unlike its celebrated neighbour, it’s bereft of any of the trappings that you’d expect to find at the seaside; no pier, no cafe, no illuminations or smell of fish and chips. In fact, aside from an imposing hotel that wouldn’t be out of place in The Shining, there’s very little here in Saltdean that one could call memorable.