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    notes from a (very) small island…

    I’m back! That is, back having this afternoon safely returned from my (all too brief) jolly to lovely St Helier, and after a faintly shaky start aided by a 5am alarm, the usual AW timewasters, torrential rain and one lone visitor who inexplicably arrived smelling like a farm animal (but unfortunately lacking any of the gentle, serene charm and dignity…

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    58 days later…

    After last week’s impromptu media round up (and the BBC Wales programme mentioned previously was broadcast today at 1pm; I cannot comment on it yet, since one o’clock is far too early to attempt anything serious on a Sunday, and it is available on iPlayer here for anyone who would like to listen). I have decided this week on a…

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    no such thing as natural beauty…

    Home safely once again, and whilst my trip away did indeed sadly lack any blistering girl on girl hot tub action out in the Leicestershire countryside, not to mention a complete dearth of improbably endowed pool attendants/masseuses/personal trainers to make up a load of salacious touting crap about on the Adultwork blog, I am feeling fabulously relaxed, thoroughly polished and…