IT was reported this week that the Town Church was going to introduce a new multi-media service to ‘encourage’ more young people into its ranks.
I STARTED thinking about Sir David Frost on New Year’s Eve. It was about 9 pm – a very important hour when you stay in on this night – and I suddenly remembered that he had died.
HOW was it for you, then? Noël, I mean. Very nice but very quiet? Ours was, too, here in Dinan, but it could so easily have been a disaster because we nearly had to cancel everything.
MANY years ago a fellow columnist in this newspaper said of young Philip Ozouf that he was up and down in his seat in the Big House so frequently during one particular sitting that he was ‘like a hyperactive yo-yo’.
THERE I was recycling the turkey into a warming winter soup and pies around teatime Boxing Day when one of those gems of a news story was broadcast on the radio.
Among the Christmas cards and greetings of good cheer falling through your letterbox recently, you’ll also have received a less than welcome communication from that nice Comptroller of Income Tax bringing us all back to reality.
THERE have been a few occasions in my years as a journalist when stories I have worked on have moved me to tears.