I TRAVEL EAST
The Fragrant Harbour has changed but the streets have not. I've got stewed snake in a box and a fist full of flowers, and later, beer will be ordered in a bar that has been built on the site of an office where I never used to do any work. I like beer, especially when they've used bitter melon instead of hops. Here's my glass. I feel a tad tired but I don't cares. What's the point? There are trams to catch and old haunts to visit. An hour ago a woman with a cart tried to sell
I BUY A FISH
It's a cracking view from Benson Towers, and when the fisherboys haul E468 up the beach, I'm the third to know. Today's catch of the day was brill, and this evening I'll be raising a glass to Günter Grass. Okay, so I won't be strictly on point, but after a couple of weeks in the windy north, it's important to reconnect with the locals and that bloke in a sheepskin coat who spends too much time in the pub. Just time to tell the fisher boys of the Devonshire that some maritime
I AM TIRED OF POOR UMBRELLAS
I have owned many umbrellas, and some have survived the strongest of storms, but my latest died within twenty minutes of its purchase. And all I did was open it outside a rock and gem shop in the town of Penzance of Cornwall. As you know, Penzance of Cornwall is famous for parrots and dust, but you can now add destructive light breezes to that list. In disgust and contravention of a local by-law that prohibits the leaving of "canopied items in the highway," I dumped my bad um
