20th Century
How I Became A Sex Worker
In the late Seventies I spent a couple of years in Amsterdam. Whilst I was there, for a time I was employed as a Sex Worker. Right. That got your attention, didn’t it? Oh, don’t [more…]
Travel
Arts
Eastern Tide Meets Western Shore – Part Two
Aleppo ‘No, Monsieur. I have only two other passengers – both English. A colonel from India, and a young English lady from Baghdad. Does Monsieur require anything?’ Monsieur demanded a small bottle of Perrier. Five [more…]
Arts
Postcard From the Lake District
INTRODUCTION Well. Finally. I can cross off my list something I have been meaning to do since the morning of 23 June 2016 when I first commented on GP – contribute an article. There have [more…]
Arts
Travels of the Unvaxxed – or how we had a Med summer holiday
You don’t need me to tell you that the last two years have been unprecedented. Our normal routines disrupted, jobs destroyed, way of life and freedoms removed all in the name of a bug. While [more…]
Arts
Postcard from Romania – Part Five
Part Four of this Postcard from Romania revealed the joys of First-Class train travel through the ever-changing landscapes of this beautiful country, and a taste of Ursus, Romania’s most popular brew. We’d arrived at our [more…]
Arts
Postcard from Abergavenny
Following on from my Postcard from Monmouth we decided our next ‘big day out’ would be to Abergavenny. A place I’ve probably travelled through in the past but never visited. We crossed the Bristol Channel [more…]
Arts
Eastern Tide Meets Western Shore – Part One
I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong hills. The equator runs across these highlands a hundred miles to the north, and the farm lay at an altitude of over six [more…]
Arts
Cruisin’ with Mr Covid
Cruising usually gets the eye-roll treatment from Puffinry, but Larry the Cat has an interest, so there. Mrs B and I seized the opportunity for a change of scenery. At certain points in your life [more…]
Arts
Postcard from Monmouth
With the prospect of a holiday (foreign or UK) looking increasingly unlikely Mrs Reggie and I decided we would try and fit in a number of day trips to break the tedium of everyday life. [more…]