From London to Khobar

“You want to go seaside?” The taxi driver’s response didn’t make sense to me. I look at him, blankly. Bemused. “You want to go seas...

A story in three parts... Part 1 - Foe It’s 1982. It’s early in the morning. My birthday. It’s dark outside and my curtain...

The sun shines. It usually does over here. In a few weeks’ time, I will be in the grey and overcast battle between a UK winter and spri...