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Your name is… Nigel Fleming.
You are seventy years old.
But in your dreams… you’re a young man.
A man of wit, a man of power, a man’s man, a man about town.
Back then you feared nothing. And no-one. c**k of the North, you were.
You felt like a hero. You fought like a hero.
Like a fresh-faced cowboy in a Western. The one astride the wonder horse. The one calling the shots, killing the baddies, grabbing the prettiest girl, riding off into… endless radiance.
A true hero. Where have you gone? You lost the plot. When? You cannot say. The years mean nothing to you now. The decades. The centuries.
The last century. That was it! The world you knew. You sensed.
It was a watershed moment. For you. For sure.
You walked straight into it. How were you to know?
It’s time they invented a cr
