Where’s your mama gone? Anyone who homes an unwanted dog is, in most cases, unlikely to see how they looked when they were a tiny ball of fur. After taking Snowy, we never saw his rescuer again, but we’ve sent the odd few emails to each other. I sent some of Snowy at a year […]Read Post ›
We handed the chocolates over the wall. Ferrero Rocher. Sixteen of them immaculately wrapped in gold foil and in a rather useful hard plastic casing. Suitable for vegetarians too. I claimed they were given to me some time after The Ankle, he claimed they were given to him for doing a neighbour a favour. Either […]Read Post ›
February 14 1986, Melbourne, Australia I shoved the Valentine’s card in my rucksack, hoping it wouldn’t get too screwed up, and in due course we boarded the ‘plane for Singapore. We’d got flights back to the UK with Singapore Airlines and SAS. No, not the evil military Brits, but Scandinavian airlines, which unsurprisingly, went via […]Read Post ›
Is there any child, by which I really mean girl (in the privileged western world), who has not hated going into school on Valentine’s Day? I dreaded it. Listening to all the smug girls with boyfriends, or the lying ones without, who were all inundated with cards. Or even just one card. Anything was better […]Read Post ›
So, what’s the difference between £500 and £3,000? Those of you who are hot on numbers (clearly, not Ark, Kev or Mak who complained about numerical analysis on the previous post) will quickly answer, £2,500. But, to be serious, what can you expect the difference to be between a job at the bottom end of […]Read Post ›
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