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I’d cycle from Mead St, a long glide down Fenton St - before roundabouts - past the railway yards, turning right through the Government Gardens. Then passing through the heavy rear doors, I’d hear clatter from the hall as Maxine and Carol readied the counter, and John Perry’s deeper...

By Helen English Feel the fear and do it anyway! I think that when I say this, it is in response to what I have already decided to do, rather than in an effort to persuade myself to do something.  I also think that there are...