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I know – things haven’t been exactly slow, but I thought I’d wallow in a bit of old glory and promote one of my books. Born in 1968, my ex-Police Mini Cooper S was the stuff of dreams for 10 years of headache and glory, finishing in an appearance with the Chelsea Pensioners and Stirling Moss, to promote the Chelsea Auto Legends Show in 2012.

You can download the e-book too for a fraction of the price – so why not and get a look at some old police history of the 60’s.

Chelmsford here we come…..

And it’s all change as I move from Althorne to my ‘new job with a decent car park’ in Chelmsford, which is where Essex play cricket.

My new boss, who looks cunningly similar to my old boss, has started snapping already. It’s going to be a hoot as usual. I start on the 26th, when the official launch of Sharon Hosegood Associates happens, but I seem to have had that date brought forward. Unsurprisingly.

‘All Change’ on the Pandemonium Express……

It’s been a while since I wrote anything such has been the frenzy of activity on the Essex-based ND-H front recently. My work has had a virtual total staff change, my boss has left, my car has been completely covered in all sorts of wallpaper and in a few weeks time I guess the wife will be upping sticks too.

Time then to let an old post do the talking – the time I spent with James Martin, the old chef from Hampshire, with whom I did a bit of driving for an idea for a TV show that he had.

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Lose an hour, gain an hour. It’s all relative.

Depends how you look at it. In the UK we have this bizarre ‘putting the clocks¬†forward/back‘, depending on the time of year. Spring forward, fall back, is the way to remember, apparently, although it seems ironic that the Americans clearly invented that phrase, as they don’t have ‘autumn’, according to Microsoft American English, neither do they have to put their clocks back. I always come away thinking that it just gets darker the following day, at one end or the other, and it really does single out this little island of ours and it’s eccentricities which so many people find so ‘cutely English‘. Anyhow, tomorrow morning will be a day of ‘nothing-going-on-ness’ after a week of frantic hurly-burly at work which saw one person fired, another hospital bound, and yet another perched so loftily above his station that it will be a miracle if he lasts another week, though he is likely to be saved by his trusty taiwanese manservant to fight another week after this one at least.

Lose an hour?¬†I think I need another 24 for free to make up for the week I’ve just had. It will, however, be back to normal in about three months time when pastures new, or ‘the bit where the grass is always greener‘ turns up to offer a new challenge for 2015 and beyond. It should be fun. Somehow, I have no doubt about that. Sleep well and rest up you – and don’t forget, you won’t get so much of it tonight. Monday is the start of something big.

Autumn ends