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Postcard From Zakynthos (Outtake)
As I pointed out in my previous missive from Zakynthos, the weather for the Thursday of our Greek adventure wasn’t going to be anything to write home about (I’ve never let that stop me before) [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 39
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…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 38
If you’re ever in Atlanta, Georgia, may I recommend the Georgia State Capital Museum? During my time there, Atlanta was the second most violent place in the Union. The actual murder capital of America was, [more…]
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Postcard From Zakynthos
It isn’t just about swanning around the Lake District, visiting friends in Devon, Air B&B’ing to Barcelona, holidaying on the West coast of Scotland or nipping down to Essex for a couple of beers. There [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 37
‘There must be a better way to live than this’, I observe, ‘the squabbling, the pettiness, the violence. Why can’t we all just get on with each other and live in peace and harmony?’, I wonder [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 36
By now, Princess Fahds was married and expecting. Expecting a bebe and expecting the love to follow the land, as the new one’s little feet approached the oil soaked, lifeless sand. Her own life was full of wonderful things. A wonderful [more…]
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A (short) Postcard From “The Firkin Fox”
I have a good friend who lives in Essex, although we are very different people we’ve always got along well since we first met, we share a sense of humour that not everyone gets. We [more…]
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Postcard From Cumbria (A Week in the Lake District) Part 2
Monday 22/09 Wray Castle-Hawkshead-Claife Viewing Station We’d a full day planned for Monday so it was an early start for us, initially to Ambleside for breakfast at “Kysty Café”. Kysty is Cumbrian dialect for fussy, [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 35
They, dear reader, say that a humble author should read, read, read as well as write, write, write. In my defence, long-suffering aficionados of our never-ending quest for Lille will have noticed, to name but [more…]