Circumstance took me back to the UK just before Christmas; a landmark birthday on it had me stay to spend it with mother, who lives in Chard; a place located in deep and darkest Somerset. By choice celebrations would start with friends on Christmas Eve; a visit to the pub with a massive
Hello! Following on from 1 – 10 welcome to the next scintillating batch of the biggest differences between the UK and Canada.
For my first poetic verse of the year, a dabble in the traditional; love:
It was recently reported by the BBC that pub numbers in the UK have risen for the first time in a decade. It’s surely no coincidence that a) it was ten years ago that I left; b) I spent twelve weeks there in 2019 – double any other year since leaving.
Dare come with as I once again walk where the streets have no name; where sunny avenues can turn dark and foreboding in an instant; where every corner drips with potential to be a cul-de-sac of corrosion; where no u-turns are allowed except for the super rich, Musky and repugnant to the senses as they […]
