The power of charm only gets you so far, as Kevin Poulter discovers On a recent trip up to Yorkshire, I listened in to a conversation in a café. Tuning in to my native accent, I watched and listened as an elderly lady, with blatant disregard for the reserved signs all over the table, sat … Continue reading
I’m pleased to report good news – of sorts – for me at least. Since my last missive and against the odds, a residence has been secured in the fine city of London. Not only a residence, but one which has space to swing at least one goldfish (Rufus) and store sufficient Henderson’s Relish to … Continue reading
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