Sailor to Author
People have said that the little plug for The Umbrella Men at the foot of the last post (Criminal Activity) …
People have said that the little plug for The Umbrella Men at the foot of the last post (Criminal Activity) …
They say that London is three meal-times from violent revolution, by which I think is meant that if for some …
The man at the front of the queue turned, rolled his eyes and said something to the rest of us …
The deal was done. The non-stick scratch-resistant griddle thing with many magical properties was ours. The Mafiosi-faced man had explained …
I arrived late, un-booked. ‘You can pay Agostino’, said the middle-aged yachties already on the bus, solid north-Europeans fleeing their …
The bus from Licata to Agrigento left late. Then the route took us – in a vehicle the size of …
The usual taxi-touts at the airport exit. I authoritatively wave them aside. I have been briefed. Take the louage – …
We watched, spellbound, as she strolled slowly across the hot dusty Olbia square, her perfectly-formed derriere, her smoothly swaying haunches, …
Only the tennis shoes and bike by the path told us that it was not a cadaver washed up and …
Mrs C has something she calls ‘the Bullet’ (it’s the best brand, apparently) which communicates via a long cable with …