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Columnist Lucy Mangan on her favourite spectator sport. I had one of those strange moments the other day when, after a lifetime of assuming that you held the majority opinion on a subject, you are suddenly revealed to be very much in the minority. I arrived late at a party because the train had – for reasons vouchsafed only to the Network Rail gods and not to anyone as lowly as their passengers – stopped for 20 minutes outside a...
Our regular tribute to products we have loved and lost. For me – and maybe any man who had their first fumbling encounters in the late 80s – three aromas whisk me right back there: Impulse body spray (“When a stranger suddenly gives you flowers, that’s Impulse”), Cacharel Anais Anais and The Body Shop’s Dewberry range. All girls seemed to smell of these back then. Sickly sweet, fruitily floral, heady high street fragrances that evoke thrilling assignations at school discos...