The wi-fi connection on this train heading from Euston to Leeds is far more reliable than the one I encountered in my Italian hotel.
Yes, chaps, I'm back in Blighty! And my first words as I returned to sacred British soil? Can you smell roast beef?
Proud to report (part deux)
You have got to get out of this fixation with drawing attention to your farts...however exotic they may be
Your correspondent comes up trumps once again.
So, Zebedee, how was Florence?
Oh, I'm sure I'll be writing up a few anecdotes soon. Including the one where God tried to kill me.
A fictional character tried to get you to join him in the afterlife....the afterlife you don't believe in? This better be good! (or it'll be me kicking up a stink)