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  Oliver Cromwell was sweating in the steel suit he wore seated on the Diaz in the time travel garden. It was a lovely day in May and the ...

  By Clive Gresswell A black coffee     The Interlocuter of All Things Travel eyed Benjamine Jones’ passport suspiciously. Quite...

  By Clive Gresswell a frothy, milky coffee   Boris the belligerent botanist furrowed his brow as he twiddled with a messy strand ...

  by Clive Gresswell tonic water Holy-Furr Fatman said to Bobin. you mean we can’t go out if there’s any villains needing capture becaus...

  by Clive Gresswell cappuccino deep and frothy Freezing up on the inside Dr Sloan Jones was always alone. He couldn’t exactly rem...