You’re Under the Gun

This where I sound like a grumpy old man, moaning about how the world today has changed for the worse.  The supposedly inevitable time when a man’s broad mind and narrow waist change places.  But I’m going to say it anyway. I’m not a native Londoner, my formative years were in Royston and Brightlingsea, veryContinue reading “You’re Under the Gun”

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