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My stories

C is for Circuses: Oxford and Piccadilly

Circuses with all of the crowds but none of the family entertainment. Late night drunks, lost tourists, sales shoppers and football fans, the way...
Cherry

B is for Bounds Green

Some places don't really exist. You think of Raith Rovers, Saint Johnstone, Saint Mirren. Those Scottish teams who play in Kirkcaldy, Perth and...

A is for Angel

Soaring gently to ground level, first one escalator, then the next. Past the crowds - standing, waiting - in the no-man's land between the reality of...

A is for Angel

Soaring gently to ground level, first one escalator, then the next. Past the crowds - standing, waiting - in the no-man's land between the reality of...

An Old Language

In every crash of the waves against the beach he hears an ancient Celtic tongue. The voices of sailors and fishermen, angels and gods. He sits,...

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