Travel

We are a family of six taking a late November weekend break in chilly Northern France. It is the year 2018. We are split into three teams as, unfortunately, I have accidentally booked us into [more…]

We’re in a taxi. It is the middle of the night. There is myself, the driver, uncle Jesus from Bacolod and a hired, senior police officer who is pointing a gun at me. Uncle Jesus, [more…]

There may not be a Santo Domingo and Macapagal intersection, suitable for bus spotting after a courier drop. There is a Roberto Orca and Bonifacio Drive and that’s where we’re stood right now this minute, [more…]

Sunday got off to a strange start, as I hadn’t changed the time on my phone and the rotter hadn’t changed itself. My team turned up for the rendezvous an hour late. We’re stopping in [more…]

They say that Mrs Crow is the most intelligent of birds but on account of God and nature pre-determining the size of her brood, she is unable to count or comprehend beyond the quantity of [more…]

There’s a very good story about Alan Hansen, who played for football Liverpool and Scotland in the days when Liverpool were winning European competitions (some things never change) and Scotland were qualifying for World Cup [more…]

Later on, I was sent to International Business School to brush up, get myself up to date, match my experiences to theory and get some of (what I now know to be) ‘competences and resources’ [more…]

Five’s a funny number, especially on a train. We’re a party of two plus two plus one, with me being the one. I’m sat in the dark on my own for the trip through East [more…]