Colombian Sojourn – Chapter 13
Terrible events seldom happen out of the blue. They are the result of a trail of mishaps that culminate in disaster. A trail of mishaps was enacted in the southern border area of Colombia, the [more…]
Terrible events seldom happen out of the blue. They are the result of a trail of mishaps that culminate in disaster. A trail of mishaps was enacted in the southern border area of Colombia, the [more…]
Monday Morning all, these Monday mornings seem to come round quicker and quicker, I guess that it is something to do with getting older. When I was a kitten, warm sunny summer days seemed to [more…]
As we turn another page of our Mystery Album, it is not too difficult to identify the next sepia print. Any Puffin who has ever strolled along Federiksgade in the direction of Rosenborg Slot, perhaps [more…]
Jinnie put the pet carrier down on the kitchen floor and she could see that Larry was itching to get out, but first she wanted to get his familiar things in place. Nigel and Camilla [more…]
Question Time 25th November 2021 The Panel: Robert Buckland (Conservative) Eluned Morgan (Labour) Liz Saville Roberts (Plaid Cymru) Timandra Harkness (Broadcaster) Guto Harri (Broadcaster) Venue: Cardiff The first question referenced the loss of life near [more…]
In 1954, the Manchester Evening News launched a “Special Investigation” and tasked my uncle, John Alldridge, with answering the question – Holidaymakers, do you get value for your MONEY? What follows is his report on [more…]
Set thirty years in the future As I reclined upon a heavenly cloud, Imbibing a celestial Chianti, I heard a voice crying my name aloud; ‘Twas Virgil in his toga, calling, ‘Dante, There’s work to [more…]
I’m glad this series of articles has evolved to include an interactive dialogue between other puffins and myself. I think that helps keep all our feet on the ground (or deck) and remain relevant to [more…]
Two Rascals I looked down on a thunderstorm. The distant lights of late evening Manhattan were being complimented. Clouds beneath me luminesced with staccato lightning flashes above a rain-lashed Long Island. 1988 had ended badly. [more…]
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