Let’s cut to the quick and get down to brass tacks. Or rather cut to a railway line on the icy wastes of central Norway and investigate a strange trackside anomaly only visible to sharp-eyed [more…]
Did we ever get to Lille? Those who know, know. Yes, we did, at about episode 70 of this humble racenteur’s hitty-missy Postcard of the same name that was once a staple of Saturday evening [more…]
A phrase lingers in the mind. In passing, Mr. DH — my colleague, a fellow Puffin to us all, and master of that mysterious gift known as the turn of phrase — once summed up [more…]
Where a smile masks a city’s sorrow This a Tale from the Vienna Woods. A Tale told on a spring morning when, from the white cafe tables perched high on the Kahlenberg, the Danube really [more…]
I’ve been following Daily Mail columnist and author Peter Hitchens – literally. The surprise being we only recently fell into correspondence. Both of us are keen on railways and church, enjoyed minor public school and [more…]
Having enough in common with Peter Hitchens to engage in correspondence, I put pen to paper after spying an entertaining railway-orientated thread on his X account. Eventually, he wrote back. Or rather, eventually I found [more…]
I might have offended Peter Hitchens by mentioning during a Question Time Review that he never replied to a letter of mine. After finding his response propped up and neglected in my hallway, I felt [more…]
I offended Peter Hitchens. After claiming he’d ignored my letter, I found his reply propped in the alleyway that connects my letter box to the kitchen and garage doors. A white envelope sat undiscovered for [more…]
Art and the terminal Puffins who can see an enviably empty airport car park in the middle of nowhere with the skeleton of a nosedived B-52 embedded in the tarmac embarrassingly far from any runway, [more…]
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