I don’t seem to have any stories about Judy. Perhaps by the time Malcolm had got serious about her, I had gone off to the Pacific to unwind.
Nor does Malcolm, at the...
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I never found out why they sent me to Syria. Perhaps something in my first report on Korea, from which the Korean authorities seem to have gleaned with joy the impression that I...
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I had come to Suva on business. The town had much changed but I found a park for my car and headed down the street. I hadn’t gone far when a very deep voice behind me...
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Mr Khan was the CEO of the Agriculture Department and our main contact with the Department during our visit. He was a bright eyed little fellow with snow white hair and a...
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Forty years on and she was still just as beautiful. Older of course, but remarkably unchanged by the years, and not a fraction less beautiful. The same wavy blonde hair...
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