The children had gone to bed, Simone and Jan had retired to their suite, and most of the adult visitors had gone home. Only Jinnie, Paolo, Nigel, and Jinnie’s parents remained in the lounge, having [more…]
Once again the music has stopped, and much like the Kenyan child of the ’80s and ’90s, today’s young are watching and listening as the adults reel under the weight of IMF-driven cuts to social [more…]
Most people believe World War II ended in 1945. In reality, its most important consequences were only beginning. The fighting stopped. The maps were redrawn. The narrative was presented as settled—and fixed in place. But [more…]
After several requests from fellow Puffins, I finally got off my arse to rummage around in the attic and miraculously unearthed a bunch of diaries from over fifty years ago, and most importantly the one [more…]
Monday Good morning, my friends. It was lovely and sunny this morning when I woke up, not too cold when I popped out, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to rain. But the forecast [more…]
Now I’m no greenie, no time for all that net-zero nonsense and Mad Ed’s delusions, but I do have green tech, because it suits me and my particular circumstances. I have solar panels and 16kwh [more…]
Week Six. There was a crowd in the range, the competition, which happened every Sunday was in three parts, inside with a Glock, outside using an SA80, the final part was back inside with a [more…]
Jinnie said, “I’m sorry, Dawn, did you say my new Spanish teacher was in Reception?” “That’s right, Dame Jinnie, Professor Carlos Sanchez from Cambridge University.” “Please give him a visitor pass and ask him to [more…]
My lot on here seems to be nostalgically picking over the debris of my younger days for the entertainment of the drooling perverts who make up the vast majority of the readership. I’ve got the [more…]
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