Monthly Archives: August 2016

Our two ex-Bernistes have managed to find a table outside, overlooking the river and are contemplating the early evening reflecting on the water. Cheers, says our commuter, as he dips his lips into his beer. And to you, replies our … Continue reading →

It’s Monday morning, 1 August, and our two ex-Bernistes are talking on the phone. So.  You still thinking about leaving?  Got your tickets and all that? Oh yeah.  I’m leaving, that’s for sure.  As for ‘the tickets’, I guess you’re … Continue reading →