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Most days, I write features on boxers and ballet dancers for a magazine site I helped launch two years ago.
Before that I covered sport and culture in London. And tried to pay my rent. Sometimes at the same time.
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People are idiots. They don't mean to be, but they just are. Every day your average Joe - or Jolene - will do somewhere between 20 and 700 little, seemingly insignificant things that infuriate those around them. And the people who catch the full force of this inadvertent ignorance are the patient saints in the service industry.
The latest generation of iPhone was released without much fanfare. It underwhelmed slightly, left in the shadow of the great technological strides made by previous models. And yet one feature has captured the imagination of its users.
When talking about great men and great moments in his sport, Ash Amos doesn't pick out some brutal finish or a Hollywood throw that'll end up all over Facebook minutes after it happens. He tells the story of Ronaldo Souza, known to Brazilian Jiu Jitsu fighters simply as Jacare, or "Alligator".
In the late-17 th century, several years before iphones and crossfaders, Philip Astley fathered the modern circus. The portly former-sergeant drew crowds across Europe, the great unwashed packing in to creaking wooden structures to catch a glimpse of the famed trick-rider performing handstands on the saddle of a cantering horse.
As Game of Thrones embarks upon another season - and another 7 weeks of domainating your Monday morning Twitter feed - we couldn't help but notice some similarities in the quaint, countryside place names chosen by GoT creator George RR Martin, and those dotted around Herefordshire maps.
In an age where every blade of grass is mapped out by Google's all-seeing eye, Woonton exists only through a collection of search results hinting at its presence. A hamlet belied online only by a series of holiday lettings and a world-famous VW caravan workshop, the blindspot north-east of Leominster is found by an overgrown lane where chickens and dogs and children roam free.
If you ask a Herefordian to do an Australian accent, they will likely perform the time-honoured line about shrimps and barbies in the laconic drawl of a Crocodile Dundee, or a Steve Irwin. Some are better than others, but the truth remains - we don't get many Aussies around here.
For those who come face-to-face with the undoubted challenges of not only continuing their lives with a disability, but exceeding the expectations held before injury, you can fall in to two camps. Those whose injury will always provide an asterisk to their achievements, and those for whom - no matter the challenge, the work, the uphill struggle - no excuse will ever suffice.
Around four years ago Mumford and Sons conquered the world. They wore flannel shirts, pulled their acoustic guitars high up on their chests and sold out America. 'Babel' debuted at Number One in the UK. That summer, tambourines and the warm, earnest, infectious platitudes of the The Lumineers' breakthrough 'Ho Hey' were slowdanced to at every wedding, both sides of the Atlantic.
Not much - nothing in fact - seems to cause the 20-year-old to flinch. On questions about religion - he is a practising Muslim - to the modern morality of pro boxing, the former karate prodigy talks quicker than he fights. And he fights quick.
The incident described above occurred last month, in a game against Macclesfield. Doyle - a star player for a Luctonians' side competing in the fourth tier of English rugby - lay face down on the turf for a long minute while the club's doctor and sports therapist attended to him.
WARNING: THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN ELEMENTS THAT MAKE YOU HUNGRY] Christian Williams: We realised that going to the World Champs was a pretty marketable thing. We've always been on Facebook and been able to create a bit of a buzz. And we thought we could get some leverage with that and, well, basically we didn't want to pay for it.
I have a confession. After 29 years on this Earth I finally feel comfortable enough to admit it - I just don't get what the big deal is about roast dinners. I get that it's sacrilegious to question the primacy of the Nation's Official Favourite Dish. But that's kind of the point.
Counting the minutes to her lunch break, Rhiannon Roberts paces the floor of one of Hereford's premier jewellery stores in high heels and a pencil skirt. Her mobile rings. As she listens, a smile appears on her face. "I'm going out for lunch," she tells her boss.
Growing up in Mexico City Juan Manuel Marquez trained his jaw from an early age, starting boxing at 8-years-old alongside his older brother. Both of whom would later be considered among the best fighters their great fighting nation had ever produced.
"He turned out to be a right Lawrence, so I ignored him but eventually he tracked down my work email address and sent me pictures of his dog. That was weird." Tile and banner image: Alaina Wibberly It is 357 days until Valentine's Day.