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Stories from travels in

United Kingdom

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Back in 2001, when I had a feeling that my time in the USA might be coming to a close, I took a road trip

Banksy in Bristol

A slight change of perspective

I was at least a year in London before someone pointed out the divers to me, the gold statues on a rooftop near Picadilly, on

A change of heart

You know the expression – to feel like a red-headed stepchild? That’s always amused me. I could be mistaken but as I understand it, the

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I was at a birthday party last night. The invitation said no presents, just your presence. But people still brought gifts. Me included. There’s a

A woman on the altar

I’m not very big on religions. I have a hard time distinguishing between the various Protestant churches and an even harder time identifying which church

A naked man and a post office

I’m well aware of my limitations. Painfully aware of them at times. When it comes to all that’s arty, I have my favourites. But as

A portal to another world

I’m allergic to queues. Apart from the post office, there are few places I’d wait patiently in line for anything. With the post office, I’m

In a previous lifetime

It’s been ten years since I spent any time of note in Oxford and it felt a little strange to walk the streets again, rediscovering

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I was at mass yesterday in Oxford. In the oldest Catholic Church in the city – the Oxford Oratory. Mass-goers in Oxford are spoiled for choice as

Intimate apparel

Back in a previous life, many lifetimes ago, I lived in London. For about 18 months, I went to the theatre at least twice a

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