The Shirt of Destiny – Part 1: Beginnings

I slouch on the back seat of the charabanc trying to get some sleep whilst simultaneously keeping one eye alert to the near continuous passing by of restless, incontinent natives to what is laughably termed the “facilities”. It seems an odd way to begin such a momentous quest – hurtling north in pitch darkness to … Continue reading The Shirt of Destiny – Part 1: Beginnings