So it appears to be a solstice, which I’m spending in England explaining why it’s still so light way past bedtime to my son. Also, I visited Aunty Irene today – the first time I’d seen her in 19 years. Normally I try to obfuscate and avoid too much personal meanderings, as A. the whole […]
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It’s official. After three months of rice, fish, vegetables and little booze, the steady descent into home-country comfort food is leaving my stomach in knots. I’m not sure if it’s the change in food composition over the years, or my aging innards, but after a few glasses of wine and some hob nobs, I’m slithering
I really like the movie Snatch, in which Vinnie Jones carries a large hand gun, which he describes as quite the opposite of the replica blank firing pistols which his would-be assailants are pointing at him. His is the Desert Eagle 50 caliber. A hand gun that can blow a cow’s head clean off. That
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