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…]
After an extended hiatus, caused by any number of inconsequential (and not so inconsequential things), I’m back. Hussar, I hear you all cry. There’s a wonderful saying, originating, I think, from the USA; “When life [more…]
Chapter 23 – The Woman from the “Det” The Special Reconnaissance Regiment, or SRR, is a special reconnaissance unit of the British Army. It was established on 6 April 2005 and is part of the [more…]
Monday It’s very quiet here this bright Monday morning. No baby Wilf crying. No Mutt barking at Wilf’s crying. No Bozzie shouting at the Mutt to be quiet. No Little Otter telling Bozzie not to [more…]
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