The next time I say lets go to Bolivia,let’s go to Bolivia!

The first time I watched Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, it was as good as it gets. Mum wanted me to go to bed, but Dad said I could stay up until the next adverts. Mum didn’t know it was on BBC1. I think my Dad wanted me to enjoy the film, because knowingContinue reading “The next time I say lets go to Bolivia,let’s go to Bolivia!”

“The next time I say lets go to Bolivia, let’s go to Bolivia!”

The first time I watched Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, it was as good as it gets. Mum wanted me to go to bed, but Dad said I could stay up until the next adverts. Mum didn’t know it was on BBC1. I think my Dad wanted me to enjoy the film, because knowingContinue reading ““The next time I say lets go to Bolivia, let’s go to Bolivia!””

Some Sisters you Love all Your Life

My Sister might tell it differently but not by much. When I was 5 or 6 she and her friend were harassed by boys. She was 10 or 11. I ran at the boys kicking and screaming, my temper was fierce even then. The boys threw me over a hedge. I wouldn’t change it forContinue reading “Some Sisters you Love all Your Life”

Finding my inner Tube. (part two)

It’s funny how time changes your thoughts. Years ago locking up my bike in SoHo with an hour or two to kill would have registered high. But somehow it didn’t. I hadn’t heard from my brother but felt his approach, at the same time I felt hungry. I walked over Shaftsbury Ave and into ChinaContinue reading “Finding my inner Tube. (part two)”