I've been writing for a while now, and barely told you anything about myself. Ok then I'll pull the curtain back a little. I'm midway through my forties; career path is flatter than a pancake, which is no bad thing, since it's the life of letters I enjoy the most, either as a reader, or latterly, sticking articles on to this blog. Travelling another big joy, and it's true, always the journey, never the destination. I spend a lot of time idling through an open atlas.
The Evening Standard has given London a BJ. Every one of us in turn. In the usual run of life I'd never turn one down (like so many men I've implored them to occur, begged.). In this instance, I politely defer the opportunity. Boris Johnson, imagine...ol' BJ...
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