July 14, 2010
I remember the lesson very well. As young potential officers, we had been told to assemble by the statute at 8.00 am sharp. We duly assembled on time, sitting around the base and on the adjacent wall, as they knew we would. Enter the immaculate Colour Sergeant Reece at the allotted hour, and a rollicking [...]
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January 13, 2010
The “Ghost of Tony Blair” jibed confidently into the Chilcot Narrows yesterday, his lightweight Spinnaker billowing to the fore, filled with the hot, arid, air of defiance. The Spinnaker had carried him safely past the final marker in the Hutton and Butler enquiries, setting him free to profitably cruise off the Middle East coast, being [...]
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