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Postcard from Lille, Part 15
As with America, I went back and forward, back and forward to the Philippine Islands for about five years, but will tell the tale as one continuous story, in situ over there, perhaps including an [more…]
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Project Mower Refurb
It is the Easter holidays. The Missus is at work for the day, so I’m not being dragged around the shops, the kids are revising/ generally avoiding dad. I’ve pottered for a day or so [more…]
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The Encyclopedia of Lost Languages
During my recent foray to visit some elderly relatives in Chemnitz, a place formerly known as Karl-Marx-Stadt (named after that famous German philosopher without whose political theories Herr Hitler would have been an impossibility), and [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 14
“Ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking we are just commencing our approach into Kai Tak international airport in Hong Kong, the weather is fine, during the approach we’ll have Kowloon City on the [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 13
Over chai in the subcontinent, balut in the tropics or roast swan in an Oxbridge refectory the topic of conversation might turn to ‘given the chance, would you kill baby Hitler?’ In Latin this would [more…]
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Winnie The Pooh and the Brexit Delivery Group
“So,” said Pooh, scanning the assembled animals who had joined his Brexit Delivery Group under the misapprehension that there would be free biscuits and tea, “Following the Downing Street Coup, we have been given the [more…]
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Euthanasia Machine
It all started innocently enough with my dad. Namely, with a botched Chinese take away for his 79th anniversary. He got so badly over it he had to go to hospital and had to stay [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 12
I had an uncle who was an excellent chap from a very proud, hardworking but rather modest background. He’s the one who was on the railway (a reserved profession) during the war but managed to [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 11
You may wonder, dear reader, after ten episodes and a prologue, where all this is leading. It certainly doesn’t seem to be leading to Lille. Bear with me. You’ll recall that, for obvious reasons, the [more…]