Grumpy Angler. Molesworth hey?; seventeen years in The Parachute Regiment might gainsay that conclusion and I left early, which was my decision. Mancunius. I did hear something about those Scottish Scamps and the transmogrifications which [more…]
Monday Good morning friends, a bit of watery sun and not very warm when I trotted down the garden this morning. What a huge crowd in London on Saturday, it was amazing and it was [more…]
“Will you wait while we get jackets,” As they went upstairs each wondered what the meeting would be about. “This had better be important, and hopefully there will be some food, I’m starving, another evening [more…]
Clara escorted Jinnie down to reception in the Executive lift and then back up to Mission Planning in one of the standard lifts. Clara said, “I hear you once ran this department.” “Yes, that was [more…]
Well, the big day has arrived. The neighbour has been asked to keep an eye on the OLND, water turned-off, fridge & freezer emptied and defrosted, bit of oil poured down the sink traps to [more…]
Well, it was now Friday morning the 23rd of March and the hardest part of the return leg had been accomplished. The next stage was to go back to Brussels for an overnight stop; this [more…]
The dawn cacophony begins with palomas who settle on the roof terrace just before 6am. At one time I thought that they all sang the same song, but if you listen you can hear a [more…]
Following Labour’s landslide victory in 1945, the government set about nationalising industry with all the fervour of true believers in the socialist cause. Coal, railways and road transport, steel, healthcare and energy utilities were all [more…]
I was going to call this article ‘Wooden Ships and Iron Men’ but then I discovered that Avalon Hill beat me to it about fifty years ago, so ‘Stories from the Age of Sail’ will [more…]
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