Colin Fell

It’s August 1960, a world in black and white; the British summer echoes to the sounds of The Shadows’ Apache , Hank Marvin’s echoey,...

One thing I have in common with my friend Prince Hamlet of Elsinore is a rather pessimistic view of elections. Hamlet felt he’d been...

Orpheus, his heart beating a little faster, turns and looks back; Eve, her hand trembling ever so slightly, stretches out a hand, for a...

Don’t you get bored, teaching the same thing? It’s the question I usually get at parties when people realise I’m a teacher. That’s...