Tag Archives: Smoking

Memories, Smells and The Bus

The aroma of the bus. I have never been able to identify it. Plastic seats soaked in decayed human sweat, a definite metal acidity and stale smoke? But at six o’clock in the unearthly hours of 1973, it was easy. … Continue reading

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Why I Run

This is a good question and I’m answering it on the hoof, so to speak. I started running because I needed to improve my lung capacity, if you remember this was mentioned in the ‘I Left Home’ series and it … Continue reading

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