This perfect stranger came to town the other day. Tall guy, short hair and a small mustache. Showed up at the office asking for Simon, but Simon was at home, tending the sick wife, or so he said, so it fell to me to take the stranger for a quick tour around town. That’s what he wanted, a quick look around. Said he’d heard so much about Kavli he couldn’t wait to see the stadium (more…)

As if a pool of water wasn’t enough, down by the M10; and fighting to find a new by-road; and a struggling football team; and sewage filling up showers all over town. It had to come to this: The defilement of municipal property. (more…)