19 March

Posted on March 19, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Hello Blinky. Have you come alone? He rasped. I reassured the fellow that I was indeed alone. He then began to ramble on, incoherent at times, suggesting a fiendish mysterious link between my friend The Sultan, Madame Betty ‘Clairvoyant to the Nobility’, Hassan the Egyptian Magician and Doris his charlady. He ranted on about the Shifting sands of Dahab, the Divine message contained within the great Pyramid, the Riddle of the Sphinx and The League of The Eastern Star. The man was clearly deranged, it grieved me to see such a once splendid fellow reduced to this, a veritable gibbering wreck. Good Lord! C.F.

6 March

Posted on March 06, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

By Jove the situation is getting hairier by the minute! C.F.

5 March

Posted on March 06, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

I have a sneaking suspicion that dear Miss Allie Astell late of Bath Spa has somehow become embroiled in some rather strange goings on near Dahab on the Red Sea. Whilst ensconced in the land of the Pharaoh one can only hope, that if faced with adversity the delightful gal will maintain a stiff upper lip and manage to keep the sand out of her sandwiches. What? Toodle Pip! C.F.

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