That train trip to Sydney a few weeks ago brought to mind another journey which nearly landed me in the cells at Her (late) Majesty’s pleasure. It must have been about 1995, a lovely summer, and I was off to the Edinburgh Festival. My sister and her husband lived in Auld Reekie, in a tiny …
Well, with the holidays upon us and peace and goodwill reigning all around, it seemed a great opportunity to post up a short meditation on something meaningful. I did think about bashing out one of those deliberations on the true meaning of Christmas, but we were too busy eating and getting drunk to really focus …
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