travel tales
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Come on baby, do the Locomotion
Doesn't everybody want to do the locomotion? Little Eva pointed us towards something essential when she sang The Locomotion, that classic song by Goffin & King from 1962. And she was right. Whether you're a driver or a passenger, we all love to feel that movement from where we are to where we want to be as long as we do it nice and easy and don't lose control with a little bit of rhythm and a lot of soul. But sometimes we do lose control. Fortunately, the driver is there to help with areassuring announcement.
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Going to Britain? Discover the new travel legislation
Fancy a trip to the UK? Be careful, the rules have changed. All foreign visitors are now required to register on line for an Electronic Travel Authorisation before travelling. In a world where freedom of movement is a constant source of tension, it is vital to understand the causes and consequences of this new legislation.
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Sporting confrontations : war minus the shooting?
This next travel tale has a sporting flavour. A fight on a station platform at Greenwich between rival football supporters recalls George Orwell's connection between sport and war. What can this fight tell us about territory, identity and the sense of belonging in these war-driven times?
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The art of people-watching
People-watching requires no specific qualifications, just a little time and the curiosity to do something other than scrolling through irrelevant notifications on your phone. This means that, instead of looking down, you look up. What may turn up in our immediate environment has not been chosen by an algorithm. At least, not yet. This next piece in this scrapbook of travel tales is about a people-watching experience et Gatwick Airport.
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Slowly Bringing The Map To Life
This could be the start of a scrapbook made of moments in transit. When I return to a place I've not been for some time, a narrative gets triggered by an inner voice. Sometimes it is simply a string of words spun out of the sights, sounds, smells, textures hiding unseen around me. I write down these scraps as best I can. Some get reshaped and these can be shared.
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The Case of the Disappearing Case
I'm through Customs and Passports and on my way to my final destination. I've already walked out of the lift when I realize I’ve left my suitcase behind. I turn round to get it but the lift doors have already closed and the lift has gone. I freeze as the emptiness sets in. The lift has gone, my bag in it. I'm bagless and liftless. Where has it gone I wonder? Where have they both gone?
