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Postcard from Lille, Part 37
‘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…]
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America
Queerness, Civilization and its Discontents
Foreward: I’m cross posting this in a couple of places. It’s bound to be a dramatically unpopular piece wherever I post it, but I’m providing it in hopes to stir thought on the subject, if [more…]
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Putting Pen to Paper
Today 1st November is not, as we once hoped, Independence Day but it is International Fountain Pen Day. It is the ideal day to confess that, occasionally setting the keyboard aside, I indulge in watching [more…]
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Bacon Baguettes & Round Laces
My old chum Carruthers came to stay last week, he works for a major airline & has seen plenty of the world in the last forty years, as indeed I have myself. We somehow got [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 36
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…]
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A (short) Postcard From “The Firkin Fox”
I have a good friend who lives in Essex, although we are very different people we’ve always got along well since we first met, we share a sense of humour that not everyone gets. We [more…]
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Midlife and the search for the ‘Wild Man’
Midway in life’s journey, I found myself in a dark wood, having lost the way. -The Comedy of Dante Alighieri This perhaps an off-beat subject for GP, but one that affects everybody at some stage [more…]
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The English Pub
After many years of leading tours of European battlefields I decided to add another string to my bow & took the course at St. William’s College to qualify as a professional guide at York Minster. I [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 35
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…]