History
Postcard From Birmingham
Myself and my wife fussed over our Kitkats and coffees and peeled off the Standard Premium antimacassars to make it look as though were travelling First Class. Little did we realise our day trip to [more…]
Railways
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Forty-Five
Monday Good morning and hello from a not very happy cat this morning. I thought that Legohead was supposed to be going off on his holidays and I was going to have a nice peaceful [more…]
Capitalism
Postcard From Antebellum Birmingham
“You know there isn’t going to be any war,” said Scarlett, bored. “It’s all just talk. Why, Ashley Wilkes and his father told Pa just last week that our commissioners in Washington would come to–to–an–amicable [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary – Week Two Hundred And Forty-Three
Monday Good morning and it is not a very nice morning here in London, although it’s quite warm it is very dull, and I wouldn’t be the slightest bit surprised if it rained again. Obviously, [more…]
19th Century
Disaster at Quintinshill
Setting off from Edinburgh on a splendid May day, Mrs. AWS and I enjoy our Burger Kings. In the mad world of railway pricing, one of only two differences between Avanti Trains Standard Premium and [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Two Hundred And Thirty-Nine
Monday Good morning everyone and it’s beautifully warm and sunny here in Westminster today, although it looks like summer ends tomorrow. The election announcements keep coming thick and fast, and I am wondering why the [more…]
Hobbies
Classic Railway Journeys of a different kind
As one or two of you may have noticed, I have recently passed a Notable Birthday milestone. (thanks to all who sent good wishes, BTW). One pf the many prezzies received was one from Mrs [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary – Week Two Hundred And Thirty-Six
Monday Good morning merry readers, and welcome to another week of my scribbles. No sun this morning, and not as warm as yesterday, but the sweaters have disappeared from the office. So, the Rich Boy [more…]
Arts
Postcard From Edinburgh
Gentleman and lady travellers of a certain age may be divided into two tribes: Princess or Market. I’ve always been a Princess man. Let me explain. Arrival at Edinburgh Waverley always drew me up the [more…]