Bob’s Badges

The tin opened

Rolling The Jack I only knew my great-grandfather for a vanishingly brief amount of time. Robert Aitken Masterton was his name, and for much of the early part of my childhood, he was all but invisible to us, living away in Belfast with his second wife. My younger sister and…

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O Citizen

Today it has finally happened. No longer am I the husband of an East European immigrant. Instead my beloved wife and I are both British citizens together, holders of the same type of passport and free to roam the world under the flag of Her Majesty (or something). This has…

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