Editorial
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Italy With Kids, Without Sex
An early morning amore is arrested by three small children, only partly unaware of their poor timing, leaping onto the bed like puppies. ‘They’re becoming more intense aren’t they?’ remarks my wife in one sustained exhalation. Time to get up and at least take pleasure in smelling the Segafredo. I light the gas and charge…
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Curry Paste to Italy
Mango chutney – twelve jars, curry paste – ten jars, HP sauce – twelve bottles, basmati rice – 25kg, mature cheddar – a box, baked beans – an entire shelf, brussels sprouts – a sack, dog wormer… don’t ask. You’d be forgiven for thinking our next stop was a local newspaper photo call followed by…
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It’s All Nick Clegg’s Fault
A long-awaited child-free few days in Malta with the girlfriend I married has turned into one night in Eric Tweddle’s caravan over in the Lakes. Now, not that I have anything against Cumbria, but swapping a 5-star press junket for a night in a stationary tin tent located in England’s wettest county doesn’t seem the…
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Fair Lady?
Until recently my only sighting of The Lady was a glimpse of a mid-September edition which had filtered down though the mixed media detritus of our verging-on-the-out-of-control home, to reside semi-permanently on the cistern of the downstairs lav. This was a one off voucher copy following the placing of a speculative small ad describing our…
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Counting Holes
‘Any Glass, Any Car‘ say Autoglass… er… well, not a Tata Safari, Puna’s finest, and if the Indian promotional literature is to be believed ‘a premium MUV targeted at the upper strata of society.‘ However monsoon-proof Tatas purport to be, it has to said that their windscreens are not best suited to the cracking northern…
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Chim Chim Cher-ee
Yesterday saw chimney sweep Jeff’s annual visit. At 62 and a former Coldstream Guardsman with an army pension, Jeff’s once taught fighting man’s physique had in retirement inflated to that of a leaden balloon, leaving him awkward and wheezing at the least exertion. Say what you like about Dick Van Dyke’s accent, his fancy footwork…
The Irresponsible Traveller 