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Britain's Gas Supplies and Energy Security

I first wrote this piece in September 2017 which was self published on another site. The reason for resurrecting it is that on the BBC News website...

Sex and Marriage

Before I got married I lived by myself. Living by yourself you develop your own routine so that you know where everything is when you need it and...

Uncle Patrick and The Age of Elegance

Uncle Patrick used to arrive at my grandparent’s house on a Lambretta scooter with Aunt Margaret riding pillion in the early 1960’s. Lambrettas were...
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We are so tired

Treading water. Clawing at the surface but unable to keep our heads above it. Reaching out toward distant land where grieving lovers wring their...
Cherry

Omar's Diary to 23rd February 2018 - football, lameness and sore ears

Sunday saw quite an evening for a dark horse. No, Man Servant had not subscribed to a racing channel so we could watch one of his 100/1 selections...

Omar's Diary for Sunday 18th February 2018

Man Servant’s prime tribulation yesterday morning, Saturday, was getting his Waterman fountain pen to function so we could work together at drafting...
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The Barmaid

Manchester – in the final days of the smoky old town. Listed buildings, monoliths, stand amid the rubble of demolition, tower-block flats and new estates…

Fictional Novel Chapter Five: the rat

If you looked at the dirty blue seats with disfigured cushioning closely, you could almost hear them [the seats] heaving a sigh of relief and speaking to each other. “Which station is this, mate?” “It’s only Covent Garden, mate; many more to go before we can stretch ourselves”.

Tavistock - the grey squirrel who might have literary connections

I walked around the square twice trying to find a blue plaque on a wall that marked where Leonard and Virginia Woolf once lived for fifteen years. At...