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Australia unappreciated (Rousse)

I took a coach trip across Southern Australia. My travelling companion was a deaf old man. I tried to ignore him by reading a comic. I rarely looked out of the window and so was unable to really enjoy the … Continue reading

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Holy Island Heights (Rousse)

Just short of the Holy Island causeway, TPR steered the tandem over to the right. Perhaps behind these dunes we would finally discover the most beautiful beach in Northumberland? The sight before us from atop the marram grass was, indeed, … Continue reading

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Steak pie or the romance of the desert? Belle decides…

The thought of eating another chickpea-based meal sitting under the stars with the camels was too much for me. I would so much rather eat steak pie in the John Lewis staff canteen (now open to the public). ‘Tabloid blindness’ … Continue reading

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Car chaos in central Edinburgh, and mixed Morgans (Rousse)

I handled the mark 2 silver Ford Granada like a tank, and with complete disregard for the other vehicles parked on Edinburgh’s Cockburn Street. When it came to reversing into a space I was so lazy that I didn’t even … Continue reading

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Desert and opera (Belle)

I went to see a tank graveyard in the desert, where all the parts looked like bits of Gene Hunt’s quattro. Then I attended a children’s Oliver directed by two fat dads who wrote Gilbert and Sullivanesque lyrics for themselves. … Continue reading

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