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It’s An Ill Wind…

Colin Hall

Monday, 05 July 2010 18:28
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It is indeed an ill wind that blows nobody any good. Perhaps not the best of English grammar but what we have traditionally meant by this is that something good always comes out of something bad. For instance, the devastation wrought by a tornado brings plenty of work for the construction sector. When someone gets the sack, it is good news for the person who is employed to replace them. If you drop a half-crown in the street, then it is a fortunate occurrence for the next person who comes along, sees it and pockets it.

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The Sensitive Journalist

Colin Hall

Tuesday, 01 June 2010 16:41
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BEFORE I started to write these weekly columns on expat living, I was not aware that they had the potential to offend so many people.

I have already made enemies amongst those lovely people who come from Liverpool, following my account of their failure to break into my campervan when I had locked the keys inside. This was, apparently, a slur on their technical and moral capabilities which resulted in a lowering of their standing amongst friends and family back home.

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A New Me

Colin Hall

Monday, 05 April 2010 18:50
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I HAVE always been happy. In 1956, I was happy because Manchester City won the cup.  Through my teens and early twenties, I was happily listening to the Hollies and the Beatles and the Stones. I got married, (oh, how I cried), but I was still happy, deep down, honestly. I was always happy at work.  Until recently, I had been very happy being an expat.  Then someone said something that got me thinking. They didn’t mean to be cutting with their remarks, but it hit the very core of me. I wondered if everybody saw me the same way. If they did, there was not much hope.

 

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Oldham

Colin Hall

Tuesday, 30 March 2010 10:25
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I came in from the cold backyard of our terraced house, which nestled at the foot of the Pennines. It was to be another decade before the luxury of a warm, inside toilet.  At least ours had the initials of our great war-time leader stencilled in white distemper on the door.

 

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