I hit it off with Sinéad Cusack – but she fell for the footballer instead writes Gyles Brandreth
I have started the new year with a new hobby. I am taking a weekly walk down memory lane – literally. My physiotherapist, Finola, is doing her best to improve my posture and balance in the hope that I fall over less in the future than I have in the past. Part of her regimen requires me to take regular brisk walks. To add interest to my promenades, I have decided to revisit places I once knew well but haven’t been to in a while. I started in Oakley Street, London SW3, where I lived with my parents as a little boy in the mid-1950s. It’s a wide, handsome street of Victorian terraced houses that runs from the King’s Road down to Cheyne Walk and the River Thames. My father liked to say that everyone lives in Oakley Street at some point in their lives. Oscar Wilde and his mother...
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