Dedicated to those at Gatwick considering tracking down and killing the source of their stasis. Features two good drinking establishments, the villages of Charlwood and Capel and the River Mole.
Dominated by a sojourn in the Czech Republic.
Karl Nagl’s claim that, unlike the Germans, Viennese organ-grinders are musicians, because they have “crank-sense.” And female yodelling with Dudlerinnen Trude Mally and Maly Nagl.
I thought it was a recent version of Stravinsky’s Petrushka theme, but it turns out that Pete Seeger is the intermediary. Plus an East End Jewish version of Khachaturian’s Sabre Dance.
A rubbish heap in which a Ukrainian nuclear fireman finds romance with Willie Nelson.
Bit late. Twitter trouble. Apologies for any distress caused. Money-back guarantee applies.
William, patron saint of hatters and well-hatted bohemians? Photographs of the crowd at the Blake Society’s unveiling of a new memorial on Bunhill Fields.