My mother was in Las Vegas this past week, a dangerous proposition given she doesn't mind having the odd bet, but from all reports she seems to have managed to get out of that most glorious of hellholes...
It was foolish, really. I was invited to fill in this week on an old mate's basketball team as they were missing players still away on summer vacation.
A play in three acts by Lindsay Henderson, with some recycled Shakespeare.
Matthew came to Puerto Viejo with a different intent to many other westerners in the village, who he judged were fugitives from one thing or another.
Remember December. Your birthday and the sound that rain made as it slapped so hard in fat, dusty drops across the windscreen on our way up the coast...
G'day Malcolm, I hope this letter finds you well..
Twenty books, as chosen by the Cud editors for you to read in 2005 or, as the case may be, to read again. Enjoy!
Pray tell me, William Shakespeare, wilst thou ever treat me right? Thou bidst me die a gruesome death just past my wedding night.
