Goodbye to Berlin

Crowded bars, warm white wine, poor sight lines and uncomfy seats sum up an expensive visit to a West End theatre in the past. I used to game the system by ordering dry cider and ice for the interval.

Tory Tombola

I made a mistake yesterday. I took a black cab from St James’s Street to Tower Bridge. I thought it would take thirty minutes but it took an hour and twenty minutes.

Lost in the Apennines

You probably thought John Verney did the dust jacket for his book. I wondered and he didn’t.

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Platinum Recollections

I’m like Bertie with a bone – I want to chew over three bits of the Birthday Parade you missed on TV.

Posting Letters to the Moon

In December 2016 I drove to Nettlebed in Oxfordshire to pay homage to Celia Johnson and Peter Fleming. The post was Operation Sea Lion – Part One. 

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