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Low life

The poetic power of Patrick Hamilton's pubs

Mr Simpston and Mr Gorse reminded me of my time on the railways in the 1970s

12 March 2016

9:00 AM

12 March 2016

9:00 AM

Nice airport was more or less deserted. Two-and-a-half hours early for the easyJet flight to Gatwick, I had a leisurely cup of tea and a bun at a café kiosk before going through security, sharing a counter with a couple of young gay Frenchmen who were bickering respectfully over the timing of some future arrangement.

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