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Paul Fulford

Legacy of terror that still haunts us

THEY were ordinary people enjoying an ordinary night out in two ordinary city centre pubs that bleak, chilly night in November 1974.Read

Paul Fulford

Selfish motorists are driving me mad

THERE’S nothing wrong with Birmingham’s transport systems. Other than the people who use it.Read

Paul Fulford

Information, but not as I know it!

CONSPIRACY theories are a load of old nonsense, probably put around by the Lizard People to divert us from the indisputable fact that they assassinated President Kennedy because he was about to blow the whistle on their plan to smuggle Elvis to live on the Moon with Michael Jackson.Read

Paul Fulford

Far right rule would deny us chance to grow

PAY no attention to the compassion and care that Mary Seacole gave to Britain’s gravely wounded troops in the Crimea.Read

Paul Fulford

Snap judgements that can harm us all

THE tatty hatchback that pulled up alongside me as I walked past the Bull Ring open market towards my bus stop looked dodgy.Read

Paul Fulford

Kids today need a healthy fear of authority

THEY weren’t bad lads, the kids I hung around with when I was a bored teenager in Pype Hayes. Just ordinary working class boys with little to capture their imagination or fill their time.Read

Paul Fulford

We’ve got every reason to be proud

OK, FOLKS, here’s the deal to help re-establish Birmingham’s tattered reputation among the self-styled opinion-formers of the south.Read

Paul Fulford

Sometimes swearing is just plain wrong, mum

WORDS more colourful than “crikey” and “blooming heck” have been known to pass my lips, as would be the case with many journalists.Read

Paul Fulford

Sometimes swearing is just plain wrong, mum

WORDS more colourful than “crikey” and “blooming heck” have been known to pass my lips, as would be the case with many journalists.Read

Paul Fulford

Ill-mannered brats and their loud parents

SHE had one of those unprepossessing, moon-shaped faces that are as vacant as the boarded-up Woolworths stores in our high streets.Read

Paul Fulford

Mad world of motorists and the malicious

HE STOOD in the middle of the road, eyes bulging, face flushed, arms flailing manically, blocking the path of a car that had screeched round an island and hurling a blue torrent of abuse at the driver.Read

Paul Fulford

A weighty issue of commercialism

SOME of those who frequent gyms tell me that bitchiness festers in their changing rooms like a unwashed leotard.Read

Paul Fulford

We can only hope for a better world

TWENTY years after the Berlin Wall fell amid scenes of jubilation, the notion of communism as a system of government is largely dismissed.Read

Paul Fulford

Cops bus ops won’t drive out yobs

IT’S not widely known, but Hannibal Lecter has started to catch the Number 50 bus to his home in Druids Heath. Though perhaps it’s some other criminal of equally notorious and terrifying repute.Read

Paul Fulford

Home so sweet after airport agony

THERE are few certainties in life. But one thing is pretty clear.Read

World at Brum’s feet with swine flu!

APOCALYPTIC predictions are the stuff of the insane or the deluded. So I feel well qualified to wade in with one.Read

Paul Fulford

It should be our own choice to end this agony

WHILE the Birmingham-born conductor Edward Downes and his wife Joan lay dying peacefully in a Swiss centre that assists suicides, a friend was tending a young relative who was approaching an agonising and undignified death.Read

Paul Fulford

For whom does the ringtone toll?

THERE’S a new ritual in America of burying the dead with their mobile phones in their coffins, ear-pieces clipped to their unhearing lug holes, so that loved ones can call them.Read