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Goodbye Gandalf

by Marrick on December 30, 2011

When I first moved to Bridgend, I was greeted with a deep, resonant bark from my neighbour’s house. Somehow the word “bark” doesn’t fully convey the sound coming from over the honeysuckle laden fence between our houses. This was a “woof, woof, woof” of the most extraordinary timbre, the kind of noise you would hear […]

Ibiza: the best you can say is it’s warm

by Marrick on August 4, 2005

I’ve been in Ibiza since Saturday. It’s changed a lot since my last visit in 1985. If you can imagine a Sluts’R’Us convention in Chav Central you’ll be somewhere near the unique ambience of this little jewel in the Med. Did I say jewel? I meant it in the tackiest possible way. If it weren’t […]

Mervyn the Wizard

by Marrick on February 4, 1998

Many years ago, when I was about fifteen years of age, I was holidaying in a small West Wales village called Rhosilli. Situated some twenty miles south-west of Swansea, on the tip of the Gower Peninsula, Rhosilli is said to be a place of magic and fable. Overlooking the village is a small mountain, on […]