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we’re singing for england…
And as the memories of mighty skyscrapers, 24 hour diners, hot dogs and wintry sunshine in Central Park and microwave tea fade away for now, I am happily ensconced back in Scarborough and looking ahead to the upcoming weeks in our own fair(ish) country. And plenty to look forward to, thankfully! A brief missive this time, since having been back…
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concrete jungle that dreams are made of…
And a couple of decent nights’ sleep later I am bright eyed, bushy tailed and very much refreshed following a wonderful few days! I began last week with the nostalgic pleasure of a night at an airport budget-chain hotel (keycarded lifts as a legitimate security measure rather than a headache being something of a novelty) and the following morning the…
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kung hei fat choi!
And another whirlwind visit to the capital ends, after four days of hi-jinks, more spoiling-rotten with Ladurée macaroons, wine and dining out under Waterloo Bridge (in, I should hastily explain, a restaurant) which I had at one point thought may never get underway following one technical hitch after the next, and coupled with the usual enthusiasm of the local punting…