Pride Before A Fall
I set off from Clapham to catch the train to Lancaster where my friend, the Author, would meet me. She would then drive to her house in Clapham. That's Clapham Yorkshire, from where we [...]
Biff, Chip, Kipper and Me.
My picky friends have pointed out that this blog is full of idiosyncratic spelling mistakes. I plead visual impairment! Early attempts at reading were centred around the adventures of Peter and Jane who rolled [...]
Too Blind To Tango
An old family friend left a message on my answer machine that went something along the lines of; " I've been to look at your old school…it really is a super retirement complex now [...]
The Only Way Is Essex
Sometimes I feel like a dysfunctional travel correspondent. My tales always seem to involve the extraordinary. I've been abandoned on aeroplanes, been refused assistance at train stations and once threatened with arrest for trying [...]