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 …
It’s story time again. There hasn’t been much opportunity for messing around in the garden or painting in the house, as I’m knocking out a bit of what’s popularly known as ‘content’ in the world of marketing and such. This involves a lot of sitting in my shed – sorry, ‘studio’ – staring at the …
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