The new terrorism

I was down on both knees, intelligently peering into a lock of unknown origin, debating “drill, mica, lump hammer or go home and lie down in a darkened room?” when

September 15, 2004by shareitIn

Pungent pongs

During a holiday in France many years ago, when sanitary arrangements were still lagging behind those in the UK, the pungent smell of a Pissoir never failed to carry me

September 15, 2004by shareitIn ,

It’s all about choice

MAMAMARATONA 4 By JUDY SHARP I remember clearly the first time I met Cynthia Williams. I was in a small hotel overlooking the Douro River when my mobile phone rang.

September 9, 2004by shareitIn