An Englishman, a Scotsman and an Irishman met on a train bound for the end of the United Kingdom. Not even out of London and the politics began. “Have you brought your passport?” The Englishman was teased. Later when he had lost his ticket, we said he was lucky there were no border guards
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It became clear very quickly, and of course I knew already, that London is not Adelaide, or even Sydney or Melbourne. It wasn’t the swarming crowds, or the multiculturalism or pound shops or even the weather (about the same at the moment). Neither was it the grown, some would say overgrown, men sporting Premier League
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