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Nottinghamshire, the Championship favourites, maintained their momentum by dismissing Essex for 154 at Chelmsford but found batting almost as difficult, stuttering to 72 for 5 in reply before the experience of Ally Brown and captain Chris Read combined to steer them towards parity.
A man from Essex is giving people a chance to get their own back on the legal profession – for free. Tom Peck reports
These New Puritans meld inspirations as diverse as the Essex countryside, Benjamin Britten, and Japanese drums to create a unique music that sounds as though it's from a weird, private cult. Nick Hasted meets the foursome
Poll shows that public's view of politicians has not been affected by scandals
The mother of a cancer patient has given birth during a visit at Great Ormond Street Hospital – a first in the hospital's 157-year history.
It sounded strange but harmless: a group of men and women who believed that they had lived before as kings and queens. But was it more sinister than that? Read this short story by Margaret Atwood, and Tudor history will never seem the same again
She may have wowed the critics at Cannes, but Kierston Wareing would still be running a tanning salon if not for a lucky break.
A bid to set a new world record for the number of women being photographed wearing bikinis in one place failed today.
When you are rooted to the bottom of the league table, with eight defeats in your last nine games and just five wins all season, survival becomes a relative concept. A deserved win over local rivals Ipswich thanks to two Scott Vernon goals meant that Colchester rejoiced in a victory which staves off the inevitable relegation by one week at least.
When this fixture was postponed in January due to a waterlogged pitch Colchester may have envisaged celebrating a final floodlit match at Layer Road on a balmy spring evening. Instead the landmark fixture took place in near freezing temperatures, and the Essex club saw what little hope they have of avoiding relegation all but disappear into the night.
Blimey! I've come a long way since then. Well, more of a circle really. Essex, Shoreditch and back to Essex. "Oi, you! Naked!" they used to shout at me back then, when me and the missus (sorry, the Lovely Jules) used to live in that flat.