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Rugs can be life threatening. We’ve got two in our living room, one of them is fine, it has the coffee table on it. The other… it’s frickin lethal! You put your foot on it and it disappears half-way across the room. So the other day I went out and bought some …
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Last week I started telling the story of how I nearly killed myself in the jungle. If you missed it, you can check it out here. So, we’d found the village we were looking for. We’d found a guide, and we were ready to go into the jungle the next morning. I …
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Everywhere you turn these days there’s a charity. That’s fine, there are always people who need help, and as a society we should be doing everything we can to help them. But, in the UK at least, charity is big business. To be honest, I don’t really have a problem with that …
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It’s now been a few years since I nearly died in a jungle. True story. I’m not making it up. Here’s what happened… I was on the first stage of a new trip. My plan was to collect tribal histories, the histories that are dying out. As the western world encroaches on …
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That’s one way of describing a baby, not the way Holly prefers admittedly, but one that was used on some packaging for baby toys we received. One thing that’s happened since Max had his shunt put in, he’s begun crying, in earnest, twenty four hours a day. It’s a mix between a …