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On fieldwork. I do like the Brummies and their ways. (The way the girls at Bebo were helping out the panicky till girl on her second day with a three mile queue seemed to capture it.) The industrial muscle of the city is waning, but the civitas somehow cherished. You can sense the city fathers at your elbow. I seem to take comfort here. A proper city. And the Yardbird’s a good club too.

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So, having a rest in the sauna at the gym. In come three lads (18ish) after their workout, doing lots of verbal fist bumping. They were riffing about their upcoming trip to Amsterdam.’ Bruv, I’ve got £200 ready to go stylin’ it.’ ‘£200?’ ‘I worked for that bruv. I sold my PSP!’

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My good friend John Higgins (we lumbered through Ashridge together) has a very different, psychologically informed view of what it means to be a leader. In becoming one, you become an outsider. Fascinating. “>

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