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The Confessions of a Rambling Man. Chapter 7

June 28, 2021

Eight thousand kilometres and two continents away from London the dreams and nightmares that had  woken me at three or four in the morning every day for months on end abate and then disappear entirely, the sunrise beach walks and days soaking in the sun & the sea feed my soul, just being able to … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man. Chapter 7

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The Confessions of a Rambling Man Chapter 6

June 24, 2021

I step out of the plane and immediately a warm blast of air hits me, the kind you only find south of the tropic of cancer, it carries with it the scent of India, all spices and sunshine and together they bring a big smile to my face. Next its a scrummage to get through … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man Chapter 6

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The Confessions of a Rambling Man Chapter 5

June 23, 2021

Meanwhile on the home front my wife, whilst living elsewhere had developed a habit of dropping by the house unannounced, this I found deeply disturbing, I was just trying to hold my shit together and then she would turn up out of nowhere. Whilst it was just as much her place as mine seeing her … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man Chapter 5

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The Confessions of a Rambling Man Chapter 4

June 22, 2021

Undeterred by my tangle with lipstick Leanne the lady with the probing tongue a few days later I set off to a pub in Primrose Hill for a date with Roxanne, a thirty-five year old North Londoner, half Italian & half Iranian. She is tattooed and has big brown eyes, OK she also also has … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man Chapter 4

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The Confessions of a Rambling Man Chapter 3

June 7, 2021

A week later I return to the office, plonk my ass behind my desk and survey my little kingdom, I’m the boss at the site where I am based and nominally responsible for nigh on a hundred people up and down the country, for this I earn a six figure salary.  As I sit there … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man Chapter 3

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The Confessions of a Rambling Man Chapter 2

June 6, 2021

 I open the front door and step into my house, a pile of letters lie on the doormat, bills for Mr. & Mrs, I laugh out loud, in a bitter kind of ironical way.  As I walk through the hallway I pass a bunch of family photos on the phone table, I pause and glance … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man Chapter 2

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The Confessions of a Rambling Man

June 4, 2021

Being the recollections of a fifty something English man that finds himself in unchartered lands                            By Adam Nieve The year is 1992,  Paul Newman & Elizabeth Taylor present the Oscar for Best Movie to Silence of The Lambs, four Police officers are … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man

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FiftyFree&Single a Ramblingman.

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