A lot of folk have been whining about 2016 (as if 2016 cares), but it’s a wonderful life when you can board a train crushed against folk in England “rugby” shirts singing “Hey Ho Sweet Chaaariot“.  I bet they had reserved pub tables in Twickers. It’s always a bit of a mixed blessing when the lovely… Continue reading TAKING SW LONDON BY THE HORNS PART 1 – WIMBLEDON