Took the car to the garage this morning. There is a Gregg’s restaurant (first one I have seen) nearby so had an indulgent breakfast of sausage roll and a bacon roll and coffee. I drink [more…]
Monday Good morning, happy readers, from a sunny but chilly early morning London, where I am happy to see Liebore has learnt nothing from last week’s election, and its representatives on the Sunday morning political [more…]
Don your taffeta and sequinned best, pull on your bondage trousers, lube up your leather chaps and please be welcome to the annual festival of flounce and flamboyance that we all know and love as [more…]
Breakfast the next morning was in the hotel dining room. Jane was looking better, she sat at a table with Alison. Dave, Sally and the guard from outside the door sat at the next table. [more…]
Welcome back my friends, to the flamboyance that never ends, as Fabulously Flamboyant Friday glides effortlessly across the neatly trimmed crease to deliver yet another groin-polished googly from the gasworks end of musical magnificence. Let [more…]
Jinnie stepped off the Virgin flight to Montreal, passed through immigration, and headed for the WestJet internal connection to Ottawa. Travel had told Jinnie that Virgin had just launched a new service to Montreal and [more…]
Recently, I acquired a set of wartime photographs sourced from a militaria dealer in Munich. The photographs are of cartoons hand-drawn across the whitewashed walls of a room. The style is typical of that seen [more…]
Following on from the first book in the series (The Last Dance), The Wrong Hands picks up the story of Detective Sergeant Declan Miller, the flippant and somewhat unorthodox individual. The story kicks off with [more…]
If tomorrow starts without me If tomorrow starts without me, And I am not there to see, If the sun should rise and see your eyes All filled with tears for me. I wish so [more…]
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