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…]
Some of you may remember that back in 2017 Mrs. C and I (it was all her plan really) made it our business to do 40 things together to celebrate having been married for 40 [more…]
As if mountaineers roped together, we troop along Euston Road in a line, making our way from Euston Station to St Pancras International with our packs and cases. My now middle-aged self leads the way, ahead of [more…]
I can understand those who walk away from bodies like the National Trust once it become woke, yet when these things happen there is rarely enough of an exodus to drag the organisation back to [more…]
There was a game that we used to play in the office called, ‘Would / Wouldn’t’. Every adult female would be attached either of the monikers. We even had cards made that we could hold up as [more…]
There’s a game to be played with airline names. BA, British Airways, is re-named, ‘Bloody Awful’, Alitalia become ‘Always Late in Take-off and Landing’. And if you don’t realise SAA stands for ‘Sodding Awful Airline’ then [more…]
It’s been over three years now that Frau Dr. Angela Merkel, German chancellor, tried to turn Germany into a Willkommensrepublik (welcoming republic). At the height of the Syrian refugee crisis, the Islamic State’s (ISIS) multinational [more…]
Tangled up in the Vizconde massacre investigation, I’m having to lie low in a place called Sipalay on the Island of Negros. I keep myself busy in the provincial home of an extended family, a dynasty founded by eight brothers, whose decedents include the [more…]
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