Larry’s Diary – Week One Hundred And Fifty-Five
Monday Good morning readers, gosh it’s warm again this morning and the forecast is for a very hot week. I think I might go on strike and demand extra Felix and chilled water for working [more…]
Monday Good morning readers, gosh it’s warm again this morning and the forecast is for a very hot week. I think I might go on strike and demand extra Felix and chilled water for working [more…]
Jinnie had just entered the house when her mobile rang. It was Alberto and she had been expecting him to ring. He quickly brought her up to date with developments. The accountants confirmed that the [more…]
In August 1951, as preparations for the 1953 Everest Expedition were underway, my uncle John Alldridge wrote about the previous expeditions for the Manchester Evening News – Jerry F “I guess my real reason for [more…]
In The Beginning Prior to sitting his professional exams, Anis Rushdie, one of the Kashmiri Rushdies, graduated from Lahore’s University of Punjab in the mid-1930s. After passing fourth overall, and as top Mulsim, Anis was [more…]
They made their way to the control room, lugging their weapons and equipment. None of the crew even looked at them, as though they knew they were mysterious, ruthless killers. It was not their job [more…]
Monday Good morning folks, another week in Westminster for me to report on. Bozzie was very late for breakfast this morning and he wanted black coffee instead of his usual strong tea. I suspect he [more…]
‘When the Rudyards cease their Kipling, and the Haggards ride no more…’ was a favoured line in the era of post Imperial breast-beating, when this voluminous and best-selling writer, both in verse and prose was [more…]
On the way home from the visit to Belinda’s house, Jinnie discussed with Paolo her thoughts for making the owner’s widow an offer for the Turners Hill Italian restaurant and converting it into Trattoria Trevi [more…]
Ostensibly, it appeared to be a significant improvement on Larkin’s usual choice of hostelry. Outside, there was no gaggle of wizened, gimlet-eyed daytime drinkers sucking on Superkings and grunting incomprehensibly at one another. There was [more…]
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