Tag Archives | Buxton
I was 24 at the time and working at a second-hand bookshop. The shop was at the top of the hill, across from a large pub, and my job there was the kind of job every body asked, how I got it, all the time. Thinking I was so lucky. Actually it meant for some […]
When I think back to 19 years ago, it surprises me how time has passed, and I wonder why I write about things when I do. When I was first in England in 1992, I met my friend John almost right away, and within a short time we were seeing each other.