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If you read my last blog, you’ll probably understand why I’ve had quite a worrysome week. If you haven’t, let me tell you. Last Friday, on my flight from Stansted to Malaga, I “apprehended” a prisoner on the run who … Continue reading
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‘Ya’alrite love?’ I’m standing in the scanner thing the security gestapo put people with pacemakers into after they’ve informed everyone in the entire airport that you have a pacemaker. It used to bother me, but it doesn’t any more. But … Continue reading
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If you’re a regular reader of my blog, you’ll know that my nearest & dearest has been working for a friend’s high-end property management company throughout this summer. I can’t recall her having had a day off in the last … Continue reading
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On Saturday evening, Steve Borthwick called in at the HR Owen dealership on his way home from Twickenham and bought a Ferrari to cheer himself up, because his afternoon hadn’t gone quite as well as he’d expected. However, while deliberating … Continue reading
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Now, I know you all think that I’m the luckiest person on earth, living in Marbella, but I’m not. I would be the luckiest person on earth if I lived in Marbella for ten months of the year, and could … Continue reading
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Yesterday evening I found myself with an hour to kill before collecting the wife from the airport, so I switched on the telly, hoping to find a spot of cricket. What I found instead was the BBC 6 o’clock News, … Continue reading
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You may have noticed that I’ve not blogged for a while. And there again, you may not have. This is because I’ve been kept busy with the ghost-writing project – you know, the one about the German guy who made … Continue reading
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A friend of mine brightened my ablutions (okay, you don’t need to know that) with a text this morning. “Good morning,’ he texted, ‘read this quickly in an Irish accent: whale… oil… beef… hooked.” Go on – you try it; … Continue reading
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A horse walks into a pub, takes a seat at the bar and asks the bartender for a drink. The barman pours him a pint and asks, “Why the long face?” There are long faces aplenty at Vilamoura Equestrian Centre … Continue reading
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I’m in Barcelona. I’m here for two reasons: the first is that my wife decided to visit some friends who were staying the night here. The fact that these friends live in Poland in the town next to my wife’s, … Continue reading
