Gordon Roberts is an ageing tramp who’s lived in Bournemouth for the last twenty years. Thanks to a facebook group set up by some of his fans, he’s now in the running to be an Olympic torch-bearer.

This is great news. One of Gordon’s skills is being able to tell the time in spite of not having a watch.

Here’s the facebook group that’s going to power him into the Olympics.

Join it!

You may remember the media witch-hunt that followed the Jo Yeates’s murder late last year. For several weeks the chief suspect, we were told, was her landlord, a retired teacher named Chris Jefferies. Why? There was no actual evidence or anything like that. There was just something about him and his appearance that a handful of tabloid hacks playing the part of amateur sleuth did not like.

His lawyer later argued that during this period his client was ‘monstered’ by the tabloid media. He certainly was. And one of the most interesting elements of this was how much of this monstering involved the word ‘eccentric’.

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last week in the Evening Standard, and perhaps elsewhere..? Am not sure. It was taken in Hove.

The owner of the offending beach hut has been told by the local council that he has two weeks to get the colour scheme in line with the others, or else.

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was a week of performance.

It began naked, on the windswept Cornish coast, before the good people of British Naturism.

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