Intended to entertain you today with either the story of the time my life was threatened in Samarkand (Uzbekistan) because I’d been mistakenly identified as a Russian. Should have written that this morning, instead of playing chess. I do play better in the morning though. At 10:30am, I got down in my hands and knees and began to lay cork tiles on my kitchen floor. Here’s the end result and you can picture me, all washed up, frazzled from incidental glue sniffing, propping up the bar in my local for last orders, 12 hours later. ..
Corked