A long time ago, even before we became embroiled in what we now know as the Second World War, a little chap was born in the Royal County (as he now likes to call it, and probably always has, now I come to think about it). Precisely two months after he was born, war wasContinue reading “Before the War”
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Jazz
Nice! Shut up. I bloody hate jazz. Well, not hate. I’d struggle to actually hate anything, although I have to confess that the smell of stinky tofu has pushed me to the brink on more than one occasion. It’s rank. Trust me. Jazz, though. Don’t get it. In the car, I listen to the localContinue reading “Jazz”
2020 - A Year of Perfect Vision 