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Category Archives: Cyprus

Uncle Davey’s Cyprus #2 In and Around the Mediterranean Beach hotel


Original YT playout date: 3 May 2008
Duration: 11:52

“Part Two of my Cyprus series – and I put the new camera through its paces to see whether I could compete with these “”papirazzi”” types…

Would I recommend this hotel? Yes I would. I am likely to come back on my own budget with my family, at some point.”
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Uncle Davey’s Cyprus #1 Driving to Limassol with Giorgos


Original YT playout date: 22 April 2008
Duration: 16:39

This is the first in the first of two series made in different years about Cyprus. This time I went with CHI and Andrey Andrusiuk and Kasia were also there, whom you have seen here before, the boss flew out to join us, and, liking what he saw, bought us all a couple more days just to faff about down there afterwards.
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Location: Cyprus, Larnaka
Other people featured: None
Genre: Travel
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Languages used: English, little Greek
Animals/plants featured: Natural plants by roadside

A Mediterranean Morning of Misunderstanding (short story in the style of P.G.Wodehouse)


This was another of my entries to the Daily Telegraph Short Story Competition that made it to the Top Six, but didn’t win – I never did. It seems to have been removed maybe on suspicions that P.G. Wodehouse‘s estate might have something to say about me borrowing his characters and putting them to work again 80 years later. But I expect that it will be safe in a readership as small as this blog now is to share it with you, and I’ve been saving it up a bit. As ever there was a limit to the number of words and certain words like Diplodocus and Ginger Beer Plant had to be used in it – there were about five of these words that had to feature somewhere, I can’t remember them all now and My.Telegraph has been through too much of a transformation for me to be able to access that one now. Here goes, enjoy…

I awoke from dreams of performing “Burlington Bertie from Bow” to a packed music hall populated entirely by an audience of Bow Street magistrates of the Sir Watkyn Bassett ilk and kidney – you know, the sort that would fain and gladly hand yours truly down a short sharp sentence of fourteen days inside of one of Her Majesty’s decreed stately pleasure domes, as the fellow said, without the option, to the voice of what at first seemed to be a distant harpy eagle shrieking after its hapless prey, “Bertie! Bertie! Wake up, you cowperian sluggard! It’s already half past ten, you lazy, glassy-eyed nephew of mine, come and get your breakfast before it all goes cold!” Read the rest of this entry

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