Unbelievable tales from One Who Knows.‘It is a comfort in wretchedness to have companions in woe’.
We're taking a bit of a breather while the world rearranges its underpants. Meanwhile, the other blog is here.
"What was it like?" I ask him."I was the youngest one there," he said, picking at his mustard plaster.
Youth is a relative thing and best not wasted on the young
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