COLUMN: Quiz team probably revise while everyone else is asleep
• Unlike my last town, a commuter dormitory in Kent where the greyness of the weather was matched only by that of the character of its residents, Ely by comparison exudes life and vibrancy. There always seems to be something happening. Eel Festival, Aqua-Fest, Flower Festival, most of which wouldn’t be the same without Morris Dancers stomping, shrieking and bashing each other on the head with mini telegraph poles.
