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Nelson Mandela a surprise breakfast guest (Belle)

It wasn’t clear who my breakfast guests were at first. They had arrived via speedboat from the other side of the bay and were wrapped up in full-length, hooded, fake leopardskin gowns. Only when they removed their hoods did I … 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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