Not that I was an addict
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When you run out of clean clothes, it's time to head home
As I lie on my upper bunk in my Yotel cabin at Heathrow, waiting for my morning flight home, I type into several files. One is the GX story I…
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Send that honey-laden tea, would you?
Bleah. Head cold. Bleah. Sore throat. Bleah. One more day, which we will spend in London, and I don't particularly want to spend it whimpering.…
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In brief
Avebury > Stonehenge in all ways. Though it is nice to have seen the site, the experience is very managed and packaged. At Avebury, you trod…
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