Author Nancy Alsop

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It’s rare that a sensation of dizziness as one walks into a restaurant isn’t precisely…

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Malta. That tiny Mediterranean archipelago between Sicily and the North African coast has been host to a succession of…

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Nancy and the Bookworm get positively medieval in Yorkshire’s historic capital…

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Squally showers and insistent rain beat down a tattoo on the pavement beneath our feet. The glistening slabs, uniform in their grey municipality, are punctuated only by a discarded fried chicken wing here, a sad single shoe there.

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An attitude of near imbecility slowly creeps across and clouds The Old Bookworm’s visage. The appearance of pained concentration – as if he’s trying to work out the sum of 764 divided by 13.5…

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The Old Bookworm was in the grip of yet another of his wearying fits of nostalgia. I can always tell. The condition is usually accompanied by a misty-eyed stare into the middle distance…

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“The old bookworm arose, twitching eagerly, and I sighed. It was his birthday, and I knew what this meant; another day of pandering to every of his whims, which normally verge between the esoteric and the frankly unspeakable.”

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