Coming home on the train this evening, a black kid of about twenty (yeah, 20 is "a kid" as far as I'm concerned, I'm old alright!) got on playing reggae music loud. I made the mistake of making eye contact, which was what he wanted. Not to cause trouble, but to tell me the music was "his band", show me a poster for their next concert, give me a free copy of their latest CD, then solicit a donation for the "free" CD. I gave him a few quid, but I did not point out that his CD was somewhat out of date on account of the fact that the third track was "Free Nelson Mandela".
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Coming Soon
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The Return Of 
Puppy News
My friend is off to Vienna for a couple of days from tomorrow, to see an opera. And I'll be looking after his penthouse/dogs/cats while he is away. So on Sunday for one, possibly two, days you will see the brief return of Puppy News.