The Gallipoli Association
In which I take a trip to the RAF Club in Piccadilly to debut Voices of Gallipoli.
It’s Remembrance Day. I started writing this at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month. The official end of World War I - though I’m open to entertaining the whispers that it never really ended; that it impregnated our socio-political soil like a virulent strain of mushroom that keeps popping its caps in time and space. Check out th…
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