Over the years I come across copies of my books in various odd places: international airports, a cottage I once rented near Alnwick, a box of second hand books so ill-regarded that no one cares if you steal them. In … Continue reading
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IRELAND – OCTOBER 2014
Ireland – October 2014 These days I find myself with “virtual friends”, met online but never seen, and known only in a fragmentary fashion, often shorn of appearance or biography. Ah, the hell with that This last weekend Her Indoors … Continue reading