BEE CAREFUL! By John McGregor
‘That’s nice, a queue’, I thought, as another person appeared to be standing in line close behind the rather boring ex-RAF chappy I was...
TEARS FOR FEARS…By John McGregor
‘Does this mean I can go on holiday now?’ I asked the lovely little Spanish oncologist. Her name is Aranjutu or something. I call...
MODESTY FORBIDS… By John McGregor
To be honest, I was never a real Mod. Sure, in those crazy mid-Sixties I had the scooter, the parka, the tank aerial, tiger...
‘IF YOU DON’T ASK…’ By John McGregor
Pedro Zaragoza got up very early one morning, tucked yesterday’s newspapers down his jumper, fired up his trusty old Vespa and set off from...
Mac the Hack – Spanish Moving Story – Part Two.
The policeman was great - he handled the situation well, saying helpful things like ‘Senor, simpatico’, with his hand on his chest, as if...
