Right then. ‘Time’s winged chariot’ definitely says that I am now 61 and I’m not prepared to call it a liar. And yet, and yet!
I am fairly sure that I am, in reality, still somewhere between 17 and 25 and that it’s all been a horrible mistake. Most of the time this is just a vague feeling that floats around in my mind, but, every so often, it comes to the fore.
Take three weeks ago. I am lucky enough to have close friends from University of Embra days who we go away with at least once a year. No changes in personnel. All still married to the same people and all still friends. Been doing it for 30 years now. Rules are a castle, a river, a cathedral and approximate equidistance between the Great Wen and Embra. First one was in York and we go back there every 10 years. Continue reading “I Demand a Recount”




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