A Spanish Train

Unlike Mr DeBurgh's Spanish Train, ours ran between Malaga and Fuengirola. And the guards don't so much collect tickets as wield night sticks. And possibly guns. And possibly small nuclear warheads. Tough job they have, those train guards. For me, the biggest obstacle to "getting abroad" (not to be confused with "getting a broad" despite … Continue reading A Spanish Train

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An Open Letter to Trip Advisor

Dear Trip Advisor, You doubtless have recently read my Open Letter To The Mayor. I now find this a convenient juncture to continue my series of "open letters" by explaining to you my recent (half an hour ago) experience of trying to leave a review on your website and the subsequent dramas/amusements that followed. Only … Continue reading An Open Letter to Trip Advisor

Nothing much happened for a couple of weeks then I became the worlds’ worst shoplifter

What the title says. I've not blogged for a while. Partly because I am trying to finish a couple of short stories (I am 40% of the way through this) and partly because I am also working on a bigger project (which is most definitely progressing at less than a snails' pace). I am hoping … Continue reading Nothing much happened for a couple of weeks then I became the worlds’ worst shoplifter