I'm never quite sure what to make of her letters. They arrive at Bottle Street on a strictly irregular basis and always from the most unexpected locations. This time, the good Miss Fitton has written from Portsmouth. Four and half pages about some ship's engine she was allowed to dissect, for strictly educational purposes of course ( Read more... )

This morning, an article in the Times made me wonder how many of them are still out there, right in this city ( Read more... )

Dear old bird ( Read more... )

Actually, I feel rather tempted to provide you with nothing except a clever little epigram by Humbert Wolfe:

You cannot hope
To bribe or twist,
Thank God! the
British journalist.
But seeing what
the man will do
unbribed, there's
no occasion to.

But that wouldn't seem fair to you, would it? After all, it's the week between Christmas and New ( Read more... )

"What does Karma mean to you, Mr. Campion ( Read more... )

Just returned to Bottle Street from a former school mate's funeral ( Read more... )

Campion, Albert, b. 20 May 1900. Educated at Rugby and St. Ignatius College, Cambridge. Embarked on adventurous career 1924. Name known to be a pseudonym, but real identity hitherto unpublished. Clubs: Puffin's, The Junior Greys. Hobbies: Odd. Address: 17 Bottle St, Piccadilly, London W1.