And then the two Lizzies arrived. Older than middle-aged women who were dressed in their usual fashion. Lizzy wore jeans and camel boots, though this rather clashed with her “rock girl” top – leather jacket and red scarf, a woman who refuses to grow old. And she held a newspaper in her hand. The other, … Continue reading The Two Lizzies
The sound of university bells rang aloud through the old streets, which summoned, guided and admitted students from their places of residence to the place of learning. Anthony Gordon Law felt fresh in his heart and walked to the first lecture of his first year with confidence. He could still feel his parents’ pride resonating … Continue reading The Great Professor Stort’s Oxford Lectures
And then there was Marie-Gaya who was mostly plain, but wore a nicely put together outfit – blue, brown and white. But words can do not justice to the specific tones of this cultured working woman’s uniform. She was reading a book and paused to look up at the suited young man and brown satchel. … Continue reading Marie-Gaya
And then we have Mr and Mrs Able, who aren’t able to do anything the same; she is sitting and he is standing, though there’s an extra seat free. She wears a head scarf, he goes hatless. She sits with her legs neatly together, while he tries to dominate the carriage with his crotch. But … Continue reading Mr and Mrs Able
Saturday morning was an early start, as it had been a late night in Bruges. The car must have smelt of three young men after a night on beer and heated debated and the cold had just about soaked through to our bones – any longer asleep, we might really have been cold. The drive … Continue reading A late night in Bruges
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