Arriving here with a copy of Richard Dawkins “The God Delusion” under my arm, reminds me of the old story from the times of “the troubles” about the masked gunman who asks a visitor “What religion are you?” The frightened visitor responds “I’m an atheist.” The gunman asks “are you a Protestant atheist or a
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On the TV news this morning I hear that an 8-year old child has been forced at gunpoint from a vehicle whilst the child’s parent was paying for petrol. A few weeks ago a Polish student was killed in Glasgow by a known sex-offender released from prison after his “good behaviour”. Yesterday I watched on
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It wasn’t an overly difficult question as I see it. It’s breakfast at the Hilton on Saturday morning and the hotel, which has been deserted for the last 2 days, is bustling with 250 Italian women who are here for a conference (why would 250 Italian women go to London together to meet in a
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So – my full-day of workshops at The British Association of Cosmetic Dentistry (BACD) seems to have gone down a storm. There are just under 400 people here at the Britannia Hotel in London’s Docklands and, with 100 at each of my half-day sessions and about 6 concurrent sessions each time, the attendance was thrilling
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and sharing a stand with Yvonne Wallace of Designer Dental.

Just to prove that they do come in three’s. I pull up outside my hotel in London on Wednesday night and ask for a porter to load my bags on a trolley. Having done that, we both watch in a movie-style slow motion as the trolley rolls down the pavement and crashes into the side
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Here I am, involved in some deeply serious coaching with Tim Thackrah and Birgitta Henrikson. Sharon was there as well – but happy to be excluded from the photograph because she had a cold and hadn’t washed her hair that morning. For the last three years, Tim has been the only client I have worked
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Accident 1 I discovered on Sunday afternoon that the human body is not designed to head-butt inanimate objects. In my case, the immovable object with which I shared my irresistible force was a garage wall. My weekend was consumed by a house move, the second in 15 months, and once again I was astonished by
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Story 1: It’s Friday afternoon and I’m sat in my car on the drive of the family home, with my two daughters in the back seats, having just picked them up from school. The rain is pouring down outside – torrential Manchester rain in the dark of an autumnal afternoon – aided by gale-force winds
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I recall my amazement at the remains of covered market stalls close to the Forum in Ancient Rome – and again in the Greek city of Corinth. This morning I happened to walk through Altrincham and past the market hall, which stands on the site of a market that was granted a Royal Charter in
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