Tag Archives: IRA
In the midst of life
Saturday 17 December 1983. The Science Museum basement, London Not many people – to my knowledge – had seen that basement. Apart from staff. But there wasn’t time for a good look around. There had been a bomb threat and … Continue reading
The anaconda, or the hat?
The anaconda swallowed an elephant. It was, admittedly, a very brown anaconda. Brown like the brown-paper-packages that Julie Andrews liked tied-up-with-string. I love the concept: a little boy draws a picture of an anaconda that’s swallowed an elephant – but … Continue reading
Golf. Just when I’d begun to …
I won’t say accept it, that would be silly – what difference would that make to anything (or anyone)? Tolerate it, perhaps? No, it was a smidge more positive than that – but anyway. A few days ago I opened … Continue reading
Posted in Britain now & then, Lancashire & the golf coast
Tagged bike rides, flowers, golf, Harrods, IRA, London, rag and bone man, Royal Birkdale, sea, Southport, Women's Open
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