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Negotiating Nepal
My Good Self has been to Nepal on two occasions. It is not a rich country. However it is one of the most beautiful and its people seem to possess an inner happiness and spirituality that is not always apparent in the western world. My debut visit, several seasons back, was with The Dutchman and…
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Settling back in
The epic voyage to The Land of Brexit had been most pleasing in many ways. Meeting up with various friends, the lovely concert in Hammersmith, the long and winding road home. It would appear that all good things do actually come to an end and so it came to pass that regular life in My…
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Garry Kasparov, The Prince of Pinner and My Good Self
I was taught to play chess many seasons back by my primary school teacher, Mr. Healy. My Good Self is forever in his debt. In my younger days I played chess regularly and represented my secondary school for a few years. As time passed by and other factors began to enter my humble existence, I…
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Hope for the North
It would appear that My Good Self and political punditry are not a match made in Heaven. The great broadcasting organisations of the world are not breaking down my door clamouring for my opinion. Quelle surprise. So Boris is back. The British people have spoken. Brexit will happen. More importantly vital issues such as the…
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Returning home, part three
The hay in Wexford was even more comfortable than the hay in Swansea. My Good Self was sorely tempted to stay on and buy Whites Hotel there and then, however once again I had to remind myself of my higher calling in life. Chatham Street. I would return home on this day. First, a little…
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Returning home, part two
The hay in Swansea was extremely comfortable. My Good Self was tempted to while a little longer in this neck of the universe, however I remained fully aware of my responsibilities in life. The Great Institution of Chatham Street had been sending out distress signals. They were concerned for my welfare. The profit levels had…
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Returning home, part one
It had been a most pleasant few days wandering around London, catching up with various members of my worldwide entourage. Although My Good Self received many lucrative offers to prolong my stay in the Land Of Brexit, I felt the time had come to take my leave. The Great Institution of Chatham Street would be…
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A Quiet Day
The weather gods had spoken. The ferry home was cancelled. My Good Self had the great fortune of another day in Staines Palace. What a lucky little duck I am. After a bit of morning time music practice it was out and about for an afternoon stroll along the Thames and on up to Staines…
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The Big Gig
My Good Self had almost forgotten what The Guinness Pensioner looked like. This was an entirely unacceptable turn of events. And so it came to pass that The King and I made our way to St. Peter’s Church in Hammersmith, in order to catch up with the woman herself. A lassie with many strings to…
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Petworth House
Of late on my visits to Staines Palace, The King, Queen and My Good Self have taken to visiting places of historic interest. On my previous visit to the Palace we took off to Down House, home of Charles Darwin. A fascinating experience. Darwin was a great human being. Before that it was Bletchley Park,…
Blind light 