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TREVOR NEAL - is one half of comedy duo Trev and Simon ( those swing your pants blokes from the 1980s). He met Simon Hickson in 1981 in Manchester and they have written and performed together on TVs and stages of various sizes ever since.

Together and individually they have also written scripts for many children’s TV shows and have recently written their first feature film script, in association with Kindle Entertainment and the European Media Fund, called Fast Boy.

Trevor lives in Broadstairs with his wife and four children and plays in two bands – SUCKER, based in South East London and Thanet City Rockers, based in Broadstairs.

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Me, Harry Potter and The Woman in Black

Posted February 17, 2012 | 02/17/12 07:00 PM ET

It's my son's birthday soon. It's a bit too soon after Christmas for my liking. Suddenly I'm shopping for presents again. Amongst other things*, he's asked for the Harry Potter DVD box set. It's his 11th birthday - the very age when Harry Potter discovers that he is a wizard....

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Me, Benny Hill and the Milkman

Posted February 10, 2012 | 02/10/12 07:00 PM ET

Yesterday I saw a milk float; the old fashioned electric type which over the years seems to have all but disappeared. It immediately brought back childhood TV memories of the 1960s and '70s; happy ones, of jolly whistling milkmen wearing white jackets and peaked caps, with a pinta* in each...

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Me, Paul Weller and the Twins

1 Comments | Posted February 3, 2012 | 02/03/12 07:00 PM ET

The title may give you the wrong idea. This isn't about me, The Modfather and The Cheeky Girls. Or the Proclaimers, for that matter - I'll save that for another time (when I've thought of a punch line).

I grew up in Southampton. It was 1977 when I heard...

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Me, Morrissey and the Archbishop of Canterbury

1 Comments | Posted January 20, 2012 | 01/20/12 07:00 PM ET

I rarely go to church and when I do, it's fairly reluctantly, but when I was a child growing up in Southampton, my mum dragged me along most Sundays. Occasionally, if she asks, I still keep her company at her local church, near to where I live. These days I...

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Me, Suggs and the Unnecessary Pen Incident

1 Comments | Posted January 17, 2012 | 01/17/12 07:00 PM ET

Last week something happened to me on the train home from London.

It was Friday the 13th.

I wasn't attacked with a machete, by a bloke in a hockey mask called Jason, or anything. I was on the 16.42 from St. Pancras to Margate. If there had been...

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Perfect

6 Comments | Posted January 5, 2012 | 01/05/12 07:00 PM ET

The perfect body. The perfect kitchen. The perfect holiday. The perfect car. The perfect life.

Not everyone's bothered by these things, obviously, but at some point, we will probably all fall into the trap of seeking perfection in something or other.

Something we desire will have to be 'perfect'...

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We're (All) Doomed!

Posted November 18, 2011 | 11/18/11 06:00 PM ET

"We're all doomed!"

It's the classic catchphrase uttered by Private Frazer in Dad's Army. We've all repeated it, (admittedly with varying degrees of accent authenticity), and many of us can still hear the original echoing inside our heads, thanks to the genius of actor John Laurie and the continuous...

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The Queen Sees Naked Couple Snogging

Posted November 10, 2011 | 11/10/11 01:05 PM ET

I live in Broadstairs on the East Kent coast, near Margate.

The Queen's coming to Margate today. She's going to see a naked couple snogging.

A lot has changed since I left London and moved here, in 2003. People said I was mad. Maybe I was but moving here...

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The Moon is Back

Posted November 4, 2011 | 11/04/11 08:00 PM ET

The Moon is back! And it's bigger than ever. Not literally of course. It actually never went away and it's still exactly the same size (although I can't scientifically prove that). I'm talking in fashion terms of course and let me tell you, the Moon is going to be SO...

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