If you’re ever in Atlanta, Georgia, may I recommend the Georgia State Capital Museum? During my time there, Atlanta was the second most violent place in the Union. The actual murder capital of America was, [more…]
‘There must be a better way to live than this’, I observe, ‘the squabbling, the pettiness, the violence. Why can’t we all just get on with each other and live in peace and harmony?’, I wonder [more…]
By now, Princess Fahds was married and expecting. Expecting a bebe and expecting the love to follow the land, as the new one’s little feet approached the oil soaked, lifeless sand. Her own life was full of wonderful things. A wonderful [more…]
They, dear reader, say that a humble author should read, read, read as well as write, write, write. In my defence, long-suffering aficionados of our never-ending quest for Lille will have noticed, to name but [more…]
As if mountaineers roped together, we troop along Euston Road in a line, making our way from Euston Station to St Pancras International with our packs and cases. My now middle-aged self leads the way, ahead of [more…]
There was a game that we used to play in the office called, ‘Would / Wouldn’t’. Every adult female would be attached either of the monikers. We even had cards made that we could hold up as [more…]
They say that Freddie Forsyth is happy to review any new written work. The caveat being that, if after half an hour he is bored or confused, the soft bits (that’s your or my great [more…]
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