At one o’clock on Monday morning, as I turned onto my road, there was a middle-aged man, wrapped up and tracksuited, running. An unusual sig...

At one o’clock on Monday morning, as I turned onto my road, there was a middle-aged man, wrapped up and tracksuited, running. An unusual sig...
Written for WhatsOnStage.com Newspapers trot out the facts and figures of knife crime on a seemingly daily basis. What little we see of the ...