18 August 1944 Ten minutes ago the shock-headed young signalman came swaying across the signals deck and grinned at me. He made a noise like a dive-bomber and his hands mimed an Focke-Wulf Fw 190 [more…]
I joined a prestigious insurance broker, Matthews Wrightson, straight from school back in 1967, the tag ‘& at Lloyd’s’ was always the gilt on the gingerbread for a broker. Old man Wrightson was still in [more…]
Sort out yer glutes! Thus spake my sports physio after I turned up in his surgery with chronic back pain, like I couldn’t get out of bed without screaming. Now he’s good, so good in [more…]
A quick(ish) perusal of the Grauniad headlines on the 22nd November. It is eclectic. No 10 says it would arrest Netanyahu, Poland says there is a real risk of escalating war turning Global Gatwick Airport [more…]
It takes a week to cycle from Penzance to Berwick. It took me 40 years. Because on the way, I wanted to include every town in England, in what amounted to some two years of [more…]
Monday Good morning and hello from a happy Downing Street because Legohead is missing again. He has gone off to Brazil for the G20 meeting and said he is going to meet the Chinese leader [more…]
In late February of 1894, a far-fetched tale appeared in the London penny dreadful newspapers. It concerned the untimely death of an anarchist, Martial Bourdin, blown up by his own bomb near the Royal Observatory [more…]
In the lobby of the hotel, Dave stopped at the Concierge’s desk. “Are there any good small restaurants round here?” He was asked what type of food he wanted to eat. Sally said an Indian [more…]
Welcome back my friends to the flamboyance that never ends, as Fabulously Flamboyant Friday proudly presents yet another march of the muscle Marys up the salubrious passage of contemporary culture. Please be welcome to part [more…]
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