Mr Grumpy . . . 2nd August, 2018

Remember, as a child, getting the holiday special edition of your favourite comic as you set off in the family Hillman Hunter for a week in Bournemouth? Mr Grumpy, whom we doubt was ever a child, promises this is like that. More next week.
I’m on holiday.
Although, by the time you read this, I’ll be back and probably stuck on the M25 somewhere blaming God for inventing motorways, although equally grateful for inventing a plane that didn’t plummet from the sky into a sea full of sharks, to feed on what remained of my broken body. God is — in my experience — generally quite fair, even if Martin McGuinness did live longer than my father.

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