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Harry Mottram has a suitcase full of demob suits. Here he relates his life as a spiv I once sold…
By Harry Mottram: One pint of cider for 30p and you began to slur your words. Three pints and it was…
By Harry Mottram: One pint of cider for 30p and you began to slur your words. Three pints and it was…
By Harry Mottram: Rain, rain and more rain this summer. And then Carol Kirkwood on BBC’s Breakfast programme announced there…
Part One of Harry Mottram’s cycle ride to Scotland during the 1976 drought. In the days before Global Warming and…
By Harry Mottram: One pint of cider for 30p and you began to slur your words. Three pints and it was…
By Harry Mottram: Last September I was deported from Rome as my passport was officially stolen – now with a…
I went to Wigan Pier but it wasn’t there. Not a barge in sight, nobody loading coal, or men wearing…
By Harry Mottram: One pint of cider for 30p and you began to slur your words. Three pints and it was…
The lost souls of Rome’s airport As I walked out into the cool night air at Bristol Airport, I felt…