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4 August, 2012. Super Saturday. On the most electric night in the history of British sport, Mo Farah braved the pain and punishment to seize Olympic gold in the 10,000m and in the process went from being a talented athlete to a national treasure. Seven days later, Mo seized his second gold at the 5000m to go where no British distance runner has gone before.
Records have tumbled before him: European track records at 1500m, 5000m indoors, and 10,000m; British track records at 5000m, 3000m indoors and 10k on the road have all fallen to Mohamed Mo Farah: the boy from Somalia who came to Britain at the age of eight, leaving behind his twin brother, and with just a few words of English, and a natural talent for running.
His secondary school PE teacher Alan Watkinson spotted his potential and began easing this human gazelle towards the racetrack. In 2001 Mo showed his promise by winning the 5000m at the European Junior Championships. Soon he was smashing a string of British and European records. He began living with a group of elite Kenyan runners, following their strict regime of run, sleep, eat and rest. Mo was determined to leave no stone uncovered in his bid for distance-running glory.
After a disappointing Olympics in Beijing Mo took the bold decision to relocate to Portland, Oregon to work under legendary coach Alberto Salazar. The results were emphatic as Mo took silver at the 10,000m and then raced to gold in the 5000m at the 2011 World Championships in Daegu. Even better would soon follow at London 2012.
TWIN AMBITIONS is much more than an autobiography by a great Olympic champion. Its a moving human story of a man who grew up in difficult circumstances, separated from his family at an early age, who struggled to overcome seemingly insurmountable obstacles and realise his dream.

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Jennifer Saunders
BONKERS
My Life in Laughs
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Contents
For my father who taught me the importance of laughter Dear Reader I have - photo 5

For my father, who taught me the
importance of laughter

Dear Reader
I have been told that publishers these days like a particular type of memoir - photo 6

I have been told that publishers these days like a particular type of memoir. They like a little bit of misery. They like a mis mem.

Well, Im afraid I have had very little mis in my life, and nowadays I have even less mem. So we can knock that one on the head.

In fact my brain is a bit soupy overall re the past. Sometimes its hard to know what is an actual memory and what is simply a memory of a photograph.

Was I really called Podge as a child? Answer: yes.

Was I really surly, apathetic and introverted at school? Apparently not. That is simply an image I invent for myself.

The truth is, I was fairly friendly, sometimes hard-working, and quite good at things.

My mother has kept all my school reports. I imagined these would be a rich source of hilarity and irony, but they turn out to be decidedly average. She has also stashed a good selection of my schoolbooks, clay models, posters from my teenage bedroom wall, a few Fab 208 magazines and a selection of diaries: the Pony Club diary, the Honey diary, a diary with a small elf on the cover that was a present from my friend Karen.

All these diaries are written in remarkable detail for the first couple of weeks of January. Then nothing. So a lot of the incidents that I will write about in this book may all have occurred in January. I have scant info re summers and autumns.

One of the teenage diaries contained a code so I could write really important secrets. Each letter of the alphabet was represented by a shape taken from the capital letter A. Quite complicated, but luckily I had written the code down in the diary itself. Im no fool! It is just about decipherable, so I could now read my deepest, darkest teenage desires.

This was thrilling in anticipation, but sadly not in practice. I knew it was going to be disappointing when the result of the first code-crack read: I really want a velvet hacking jacket.

Memory is a liquid and strange thing. Researching my own life, I realize that there are major events I have totally forgotten, people I dont remember meeting, shows I dont remember being in and places I dont remember going. And that can leave you vulnerable.

Quite a few years ago, my agent Maureen rang me at home. Her normal voice said, Hello, love, a couple of things to go through vis--vis availabilities and dates and so on.

We talked these things over and then she said, not in her normal voice, Love, just wanted to check. Nervous laugh. Have you ever been in a porn film?

Me. Not normal voice. Pardon?

Maureen coughs. Have you ever been, do you think, in a porn film? Ill tell you why, love. The papers have been on to me to say theyve seen your name on the credits of one such film and it looks like you in it.

My heart is now beating fast. I think, I know I have never been in a porn film, but something is making me doubt myself.

I dont know, love, I mean, I just thought Id run it past you. I thought perhaps when you were in Italy?

I spent seven months in Italy after Id left school. Maureen knew this.

Now Im seriously considering the possibility. Was I in a porn film? My memory soup is working overtime. Was I drugged by some boyfriend? How could this have happened? I eventually resolved that the best thing was to say, No.

Maureen, relieved voice. No. I didnt think so, love. I suspect theyre just fishing.

This happens quite a lot, apparently. The press go fishing and cast out into the celebrity pool with outrageous bait, just hoping to touch a nerve and get a nibble.

I can honestly say to you, dear reader, that I have never been in such a film. However, there might well be a porn star out there with my name. Most people calculate their porn name by using the name of their first pet and their mothers maiden name. That would make mine Suki Duminy. Just so theres no confusion.

Another time my memory was severely questioned was when my husband, Ade, and I were living in Richmond and our three daughters were very little. One morning, Ade got up before me and went upstairs to get the older girls out of bed and down for breakfast, and then I got up a few moments later to get the baby.

I went into the tiny nursery and couldnt see her. The cot was empty. Empty cot. I stared at it a while. No baby. Heart skipped a beat. I went back to our bedroom and looked about. No baby.

It occurred to me that Ade had picked up the baby and taken her downstairs with the others.

I went downstairs. I was now having palpitations.

The other two were happily having breakfast with Ade. No baby.

I didnt say anything.

I went back upstairs. Still empty cot. Im now not just looking for the baby, but looking for evidence that weve even had a baby. Perhaps there simply was no baby, and if I asked Ade where the baby was, he would look at me the way they looked at Ingrid Bergman in Gaslight.

I went back to our bedroom and sat on the bed. As I did so, I put my hand on the duvet at the very end of the bed and felt a small lump. I pulled the duvet away and there she was. Freya. Asleep. Perfectly alive and happy and asleep.

I had been breastfeeding her the night before, and must have fallen asleep with her still in the bed. She had gradually kicked her way down to where our feet were.

DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME.

I KNOW!

Please, Mumsnet, I realize that this is not recommended practice, but all was well. It wasnt funny or clever, but Freya lives to this day. She has never given me any other reason to doubt her existence.

So, dear reader, I will tell you all I remember, and embellish all that I dont. For my publishers sake I shall name-drop regularly and mention royalty as much as possible. Press on.

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I am inside an egg Everyone on my course at the Central School of Speech and - photo 7

I am inside an egg.

Everyone on my course at the Central School of Speech and Drama is inside an egg. These are eggs that we have made from newspaper and Sellotape. All sixteen of us are inside our own eggs on the floor of one of the studios.

We are told to remain inside the egg until we feel ready to hatch. When we hatch, it will be into an unknown world where we can be anything we like. We may have to learn new methods of communication. We may be frightened. We may be aggressive. We must take our time and do it as it comes naturally.

The lights are dimmed.

There is silence.

Nobody wants to be the first to come out of the egg. Its quite nice in the egg. I think I may have a little sleep.

I am trying to study for a BEd in Drama and English, and, I think, Speech as well. We do have speech training and have to move around a room, breathing from our buttocks and rolling our voices along the floor and then saying, Arr ay ee ay arr, bar bay be bay bar, car cay cee cay car (continued for whole alphabet), in order to get some mouth movement and find our embouchure. Mine is still missing.

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