Category Archives: memories

Russian Roulette

Back in the early 90s the law firm I worked at decided that the way to a golden future was to expand into Europe and Asia. Over a relatively short period we acquired offices throughout Western Europe. Some of the … Continue reading

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It’s Just A Phrase He’s Going To…

My dad liked a couplet, a rhyme, a well-chosen pun and, especially a limerick. History doesn’t relate how he turned this love and not a little skill into a compelling hobby and a successful enterprise, but maybe a little like … Continue reading

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Picking (At) A Winner (or what not to do when interviewing)

I found myself doing something that, frankly, is going out of fashion. I was with a group, discussing something worthy and I doodled. Nowadays the distractions tend to come electronically with the subtle, and often not so subtle, phone use … Continue reading

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Wedding Daze

This year’s Bloggers Bash takes place on 19th May. Some people have noted there is a Royal Wedding and the FA Cup final that day, but it also has another claim to fame and one of which attendees need to … Continue reading

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Flattened

My earliest recorded escape from death involved an oak tree, a rope ladder and the Archaeologist’s small but determined arse. At the time, about 1964, we lived high on the hills of north Surrey, in a semi detached house of … Continue reading

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Scribbling

These days my handwriting would be best described… and not actually experienced. It is cursive only in the sense that it engenders in the reader an overwhelming and uncontrollable urge to curse. It wasn’t always thus… Who am I kidding? … Continue reading

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If Music Be The Food Of Love…

… then at least so far as Karma Chameleon goes, I’m a Monkey’s Dutchman or whatever the expression is. The year is 1983. The Textiliste and I have moved into a flat in Tooting, a early century, purpose built maisonette, … Continue reading

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