... the manor house and village enjoyed a successful harvest. But the calm was broken as the residents of Oberon Manor and their visitors began to meet untimely ends. Whispers filled the local pubs and hostelries: "The aristocracy have been cursed! They’re being punished by God!" And through it all the young maid received nary a second look. After all, there was no connection between her and Lady ...

Back from the Hebrides, and now with added broadband!!!

... can now get my arse in gear and write a thesis... or something! The Hebrides were great - 2 days in Stornoway, 1 at Bernie's pub - the name of which escapes me, but one of the finest hostelries this side of somewhere else... he has an ace dog called Zak, 1 day just outside Tarbet and 2 nights camping on Benbecula. All good!!! Here is a And loads more on the website (www.alpinist.co.uk)...

The Prince Of Wails

... and bars (or, as I should probably say, myself and Amanda's depleting joint account) I decided to catch up with the friend I was visiting properly, popping into local curry houses and quiet hostelries for drinks, favouring the restaurant in Neath that charges nine pounds for a bottle of Blue Nun or Black Tower just because and only because the best rival it has in the town insists on bathing ...

Chance has no memory...

...day boozing and eating in Greenwich on Saturday. For the evening the Earl, Countess, and I went in to central London, where we sampled decent wines and very nice food at one of the Earl's new hostelries, got shown round the (sadly closed) Basement bar there (Looks really confortable) - had some poorly made cocktails at a place near St Martins lane, then ended up in a Casino. It was my first visit...