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Colonel Pendlebury darted through the narrow streets and alleys with Michael and I trailing in his wake. For a man of mature years he showed a surprising turn of speed. His sense of direction, unfortunately, appeared rather less sure. Our … Continue reading →

EPISODE SEVEN: THE GOLDFISH FILES PART FIVE           I lay still where I had landed, somewhat bruised and thoroughly winded, whilst my eyes adjusted from the brilliant spotlight of centre stage to the murky gloom that now surrounded me. After … Continue reading →

EPISODE SEVEN: THE GOLDFISH FILES PART FOUR           My sense of triumph at smuggling Gerald the goldfish out of Sirkeci Station was not to last long. Having picked up a battered yellow cab outside, we soon found ourselves entering the … Continue reading →

EPISODE SEVEN: THE GOLDFISH FILES PART THREE           We opted to stay in the restaurant car until we reached Constantinople. There was little in our cramped, stuffy third class compartment to tempt us back there and you never knew who … Continue reading →

EPISODE SEVEN: THE GOLDFISH FILES PART TWO             Despite the fact that it had clearly been designed with little thought given to considerations of luxury or even comfort, our third-class carriage for the journey to Constantinople was more than … Continue reading →

EPISODE SEVEN: THE GOLDFISH FILES PART ONE           I should have known the goldfish was going to be trouble from the first moment I laid eyes on him. He certainly looked innocent enough, suspended silently in a clear plastic bag … Continue reading →