I am not a journalist, the closest I have ever been to them is while I was working at News International’s fortress in Wapping during the move from Fleet Street to Docklands in 1985/6. I [more…]
Monday Good morning merry readers, and welcome to another week of my scribbles. No sun this morning, and not as warm as yesterday, but the sweaters have disappeared from the office. So, the Rich Boy [more…]
Gigs were ferrying people to the island, their small sizes requiring Gillian and Petroc to go separately from them. The previous day and night’s cold front had pushed on inland, leaving a cool but fine [more…]