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    oh we do like to be beside the seaside…

    We have summer! Or so it would appear (and bearing in mind it normally takes me a day or two to write these, the situation may have changed since). Even here in the usually frozen North (and as noted for posterity by the Huffington Post) the sun is shining and having walked along the periphery of the beach on my…

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    back in that scarborough (finally)

    8 hotels, 6 buses, 5 tube journeys, 4 taxis, 3 trains, 2 each plane and luas rides and an innumerable number of pasta-cheese-and-tuna-fish dinners straight out of the pan (courtesy of my trusty electric hotplate, which got up to mischief of its own at John Lennon Airport by impersonating a bomb and forcing me all the way back through security…

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    and now for something completely different…

    Three things even, considering that my location this time last week was London’s sun-bathed South Bank, the week before that an equally sun-bathed but slightly less manicured Isle of Man and just to make up the numbers, I am currently making my way towards (hopefully also sunny) Cork, which is pretty much different to everywhere else on Earth and definitely…