Monday Good morning, friends, and it was a delightfully sunny one for my excursion this morning. Felix Chicken for breakfast, and a new cabinet. It’s going to be an interesting week. I haven’t stopped chuckling [more…]
We’re at the front of the queue on platform one in the concrete trench that is Euston terminus, tipped off early by the steward in the first-class lounge as to which platform we’d be departing [more…]
Sitting on the bench, Dave could see over the wall and across the river, there was a little warmth in the sunshine, however the breeze blowing up the river was cooler. He sat alone, his [more…]
Welcome back my friends to the flamboyance that never ends, as Fabulously Flamboyant Friday sashays up to the crease to deliver yet another groin-polished googly from the gasworks-end of musical magnificence. I’m afraid, dear reader, [more…]
Speaking at the launch of his memoir The Third Man, Life at The Heart of New Labour, which he only finished writing two weeks earlier, Peter Mandelson said, ‘It was a high wire act. Now [more…]
As always, Larry was waiting for the family to come in the front door, and was all over them the second they walked in. Of course, he had a pecking order, it was Jinnie first, [more…]
Two daughters duly came to visit last weekend (the third lives in Spain) and after a nice pub meal, a bit of a catch-up and a stroll around the marina in the sunshine I had [more…]
Readers will recall from Part 1 that, for my retirement trip, I had decided to sail across to the eastern seaboard of the US and then travel across to the other side of the continent, [more…]
The morning came around all too soon and again, after a simple breakfast, we packed the car, said our goodbyes to BF and the children, gave them all a huge hug and it was Alison’s [more…]
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