The Italian Job, Part 4
Alison and I left Aylesbury in the morning and had to aim to be at the Folkestone Eurostar terminal ready for the 2pm shuttle. This is a journey I had done many many times over [more…]
Alison and I left Aylesbury in the morning and had to aim to be at the Folkestone Eurostar terminal ready for the 2pm shuttle. This is a journey I had done many many times over [more…]
In the late 1980s the City of London reeled after a financial scandal involving a company called Barlow Clowes, the details are of little relevance for these observations save on vital piece of information, it [more…]
A la recherce du temps perdu (Proust) My woman When I hold her, hold my woman Hold her tight against my bosom Cries she like a little spirit Spirit of the hills and forest. [more…]
Monday Good morning, friend, and it is a very pleasant one—dry, warm, and sunny. Legohead is off to Scottishland later to talk to the Donald, who is over to open a new golf course, so [more…]
Many years ago, during my previous, more interesting life and while still in possession of hair, teeth, ears that could hear and twenty-twenty vision, not only had a bamboo curtain been thrown around China by [more…]
Dave and Sally sat watching TV, their dinner on trays, the news was on, it was early September. It was a Wednesday evening, Sally had come home first from her job at Loughborough University, she [more…]
Welcome back my friends to the flamboyance that never ends, as Fabulously Flamboyant Friday sashays up to the crease to deliver yet another light-loafered, lubed-up (but quite possibly life saving) googly from the gasworks-end of [more…]
The Prime Minister and Cabinet are dreading this weekend. Why so, and how do we know? Because they keep on telling us, not least via endless references to a summer of discontent brought to us [more…]
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