Gold Rush. December 2016.

Dear Rowley, We’d all be forgiven, dahlink, for thinking that Hungarian mantrap Zsa Zsa Gabor had gone to the diamond mine in the sky many years ago. It was rather a surprise to read that the lady actually died only … Continue reading

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My Tribe. August 2016.

Dear Rowley, Apparently I have broken some kind of world record in Toronto from landing at Pearson airport to enforced incarceration in an institution dedicated to mental ‘well-being’. It took me just under twenty-four hours to find myself on Nice … Continue reading

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The Love Quest. December 2015.

Dear Rowley, Both you and I can just remember the days when television still showed black and white programmes. I in particular remember the Saturday matinee double bill of classic films shown on BBC2 before I was even in my … Continue reading

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