Turpin Rides Again gave festive self-indulgence a bad name in the run-up to Christmas. Is anyone but the Evening Press' Bill Hearld remotely interested in the fact that Bill Hearld absentmindedly left a newly-acquired lampshade in an Italian restaurant?
The long winter nights must just fly by in Turpin's household. On the other hand, if that's what it takes to produce contemporary journalism, I've got a fascinating tale about my mum and some mince pies she defrosted in July.
Have I missed the point? Perhaps the chap who compiles Turpin Rides A Clapped-Out Old Nag models himself on the late Eric Turpin, best known for his extraordinarily dull anecdote about a mislaid library book.
Steve Davenport,
Abbot's Road,
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