21 May 2018

Weekends in Beirut – Postcard memories No.4

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On the tarmac at Beirut International Airport: a Comet 4C of MEA SO, moving right along … The next postcard to take my eye among my recently discovered trove of long-lost messages home was another bog standard picture of an aircraft. This one is dressed in the livery of MEA, or Middle East Airlines, the… Continue Reading

29 April 2018

A Paris interlude: Postcard memories No.3

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If there is any validity in the saying that “every picture is worth a thousand words” then my hoard of old postcards could generate sufficient information to create an entire book. Whether of fact or fiction is open to debate. As reported in previous posts on this topic, two attempts to match the facts recorded… Continue Reading

27 April 2018

Must be doing something right …

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An author who has been using a software program to “edit” her novel has now accepted my quote to complete the job. As she commented in her email confirming the arrangement: Although ProWritingAid has trained me to write better English, it cannot – make words flow like you can give feedback pick up loopholes get… Continue Reading

14 April 2018

Postcard memories and puzzles – No.2

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Souvenir of a visit that is beyond recall. Yesterday’s gone.  But it lingers on, the details not forgotten unless it was one of those total wipe-out booze-laden occasions. Same for last week, the month that has passed and, hopefully, the highlights at least, of the year before this one. All are within recall in varying degrees… Continue Reading

13 April 2018

STORIES FROM POSTCARDS 1

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Postcard from Belgrade in 1963. ‘A week back in London, then to Lebanon, Jordan etc’ We all know about the past being a foreign country [LP Hartley, The Go-Between] and in recent days I have come to realise how true that oft-quoted phrase can be. A large handful of well-worn postcards, wrapped in a torn plastic… Continue Reading

13 April 2018

Postcard memoir from snapshots of the past

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We all know about the past being a foreign country [LP Hartley, The Go-Between] and in recent days I have come to realise how true that oft-quoted phrase can be. A large handful of well-worn postcards, wrapped in a torn plastic bag, have taken me back down the years and stirred memories that until now have… Continue Reading

28 February 2018

COMING HOME TO COOMBS

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 Home! Where my Berry ancestors once lived. Researching family history is a minefield for the novice and the unprepared. This lesson was quickly learned with my first foray into searching the archives in the hope of finding clues to my lately discovered Welsh ancestry. To contact any Public Records Office or similar repository and merely… Continue Reading

24 January 2018

Baffled by this topsy-turvy (running) life

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Dilemma upon dilemma. Indecision resolved by decisions, which next day are quickly reversed. Back to square one. Is this the mental turmoil that all sportspeople face as the body slows and energy fades?  The deciding when to quit. Common wisdom says the clever ones know when to stop. They accept the situation for what it… Continue Reading

13 January 2018

Let’s be clear about this …

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Now, I want to make myself perfectly clear  … There must be no misunderstanding … Make no mistake about this … Blah, blah, blah.  Such well-worn phrases. So overused. Every day, someone, somewhere is prefacing their remarks with such statements of clarity and precision. And they are usually people of great (self-)importance whose pronouncements are… Continue Reading

12 December 2017

Beating the Bah Humbug blues

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The elephant is back in the room, wearing his tinsel, Santa hat and stupid grin. Continue Reading

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