Flashback

The siren passes, and the blitz of blue and yellow flashes past a moment later. Then all is quiet. From the spacious front seat of the National Express coach I have panoramic views across Leeds' city limits and the M621. The coach smoothly accelerates under a sign for London and Wakefield and we join the... Continue Reading →

Monsieur Douane

Monsieur Douane, 'I'm sorry'. <<Je m'excuse>>. I did not realise that there were customs; at Customs. I simply thought your dog was cute. So I stoked it. Was <<NE TOUCHEZ PAS LE CHIEN>> really necessary To bring to a close a moment of tendresse humain? N'est pas, c'est pas la peine. Never mind, it's not... Continue Reading →

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