I lost a pencil the other day. It was in my pocket – probably fell out when I grabbed my face mask – a stub you see, one of the many I have lost over
Month: August 2020
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It was in the army where Marc Dalby acquired a taste for Russians. The bulbous stubs of a lurid red sausage, deep-fried in oil, had cauterised the taste of the mess food ladled out to