At Chelsfield, local folk were well aware that a Hurricane had plunged from the sky above them on that sun-kissed Sunday afternoon of 1 September during an intense and frightening period of activity that shook [more…]
Chapter 25 – War Crimes When this was first run, there were a few comments regarding the process of zeroing a weapon. Yes I have zeroed a target rifle and know what a drawn-out process [more…]
Monday I made a very early morning patrol of the offices this morning and spotted Mickey the Mouse out of his hiding place, but he disappeared behind a huge cupboard, through a gap that was [more…]
Myself and my duplicitous American colleague, Tammy, are in Tangiers. Becoming a familiar sight about the port, we are starting to attract the attention of a Tangier set. A semi-anonymous caller, passing as a ‘Mr [more…]
“Say not thou, What is the cause that the former days were better than these? for thou dost not inquire wisely concerning this.” Ecclesiastes- 7:10 When we arrived in London in the early 1960’s, I was put [more…]
Chelsfield Green, a strip of elevated, sloping grassland running alongside Warren Road from Chelsfield Station to Court Road on the fringe of the Village, has become a popular spot for a ration of daily exercise [more…]
Chapter 24 – Poor Life Choices Part Two – The Unravelling of Mark Edge “Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with [more…]
Monday Another Monday, they do seem to come round quickly. The decorators are back to finish off. I heard one tell Bozzie they would be done in two days. If they worked after 3pm it [more…]
I’m on the rooftop of my cheap hotel in Tangiers. I have escorted the duplicitous Miss Tammy back to the luxurious Royal Maroc, after another night photographing the notorious comings and goings at the Port [more…]
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