Three Men On Tour: 15
“A 2CV,“ said Harry as he drove at unsafe speed along a tree lined road. “A bloody 2CV.“ George was sat in the passenger seat, holding shut the fold-out window which constituted climate control....
Eat My Shorts
Chance encounter
I saw you yesterdayYou didn’t see me. You were busy sharing glancesI remembered how we used to beBroken limits. Stolen chances. I stood and watched a whileYou seemed happy. I rememberedHow you used to...
Three Men On Tour: 14
We arrived into Bristol far faster than I would have expected. One moment, George was working on a clue for “mistlethrush“, I was seeking wisdom in pastureland, and Harry was gently drooling onto his...
Three Men On Tour: 13
A lot has come out of Bristol. Cary Grant was born there, John Cleese went to school there and Gene Wilder learnt to act there. Even the eternal battle between good and evil, or...
Through a Window
Jonathon sat at his table and sipped his coffee. It was not even five and already the place was crowded. It would get even more crowded later, as the daytime coffee drinkers made way...
Three Men On Tour: 12
“You took your time,“ said Harry as I tumbled onto the train. I was breathing heavily and my face was a florid shade of beetroot that closely matched the tie Harry had worn, along...
Three Men On Tour: 11
The conversation with Alicia went on into the night. Not a lot was resolved. It mostly focused on my inadequacies as a partner and the importance of asking before making important decisions. I couldn’t...
When I grow up (I will be happy)
When I grow up I will have a pony and it will let me ride on it and play games with it and it will wear armour When I grow up I will be...
Three Men On Tour: 10
For such a sleepy idyll, the Cotswolds is an unlikely scene for war and bloody conflict. Yet, in the 17th century it was the battleground for much of the English Civil War. No one...
A Sleeping Dragon
Picture a clearing. Picture a small moment of sunlight in the forest, light slanting down through the trees. Picutre a swamp, surrounded by bushes, where crickets chirp and flies buzz. It smells of swamp....
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