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 …
OK look, I know I promised all those weird and wacky job stories, but stuff is happening in the here-and-now which makes much better blog material – or your author has ADD and can only get inspired by things happening in the immediate present. So as I write this, I’m seated comfortably on the 5:45pm …
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