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Weaponised Nostalgia – Or how my grandmother’s toast may lead to Armageddon

Weaponised Nostalgia – Or how my grandmother’s toast may lead to Armageddon

There was something magical about my grandmother’s toast. I’m not sure quite what benevolent spells she weaved over what was – to all intents and purposes – just a slice of burned flour and water smeared in congealed cow’s milk, but it worked. She would hand slice some fresh white bread, toast it under her […]

The Perils of Getting Selfies with a Massive Murderous Monster on the Moors

Aside from the first six years which, in my failing memory, have become a gritty urban life on the wrong side of the A3 in Guildford, where a toddler can fall into a snowdrift on a footbridge and not be discovered for weeks, during which time he learns to fend for himself, ultimately running a […]