I had to surrender my licence at 62 following a stroke that left me partially sighted. I loved driving, used to race motorcycles back in the day - but who would choose to endanger folks lives for a bit of convenience?

More like giving it to your fat mate for being a needy twat.

I picked a good week to be off!

Sadly no.

Crikey.

Fantastic! Spent some time with the broken angel as it was in Martin Green’s studio space in the Cathedral when he was artist in residence.

Or, as immigration rules continue to be tightened, care?

A nice night!

It’s almost impossible to keep up.

I suspect it was stolen, searched for valuables and dumped. Sad really.

This is oddly fascinating.