I'm just back from six days in Poland. I love Poland at this time of year—it's cold, but it's a dry cold, a different cold from that of soggy Britain, which grips the lungs and tubes unmercifully.
We sat outside drinking cold beer under heated parasols, draped in thoughtfully provided blankets for the legs. It could easily have been summer except the skies were winter-dark and star filled. The chat was good, and being 'close season' there weren't too many tourists to bustle with, which made for a nice, relaxing break. Just the job, really.
A Mormon Walks Into A Bar With A Book About Murder. - It sounds like I’m setting you up for a bad joke, but it’s really what I call Friday night. I had just done a reading of Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear L...
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