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Nick Bibby
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Arrival times
Journeys continue long after we stop moving, but there are moments just as we arrive in a place that all of us get to be explorers. It’s almost two weeks since I walked out of Toronto airport and towards a long overdue bed. But that was not the end of the journey, I was just witnessing it from the receiving end. Previously-arranged meetings and a cascade of the mundane but necessary – unpacking the bags I had brought with me, equipping the flat I’d arranged before leaving, co


The World Between Worlds
In a journey interrupted by IT meltdowns, delays and baggage confusion, I had a chance to enjoy the places that nobody calls home.


Presbyterianism by the Seaside
Several years ago, I was invited to judge a high school debate for some TV gig. The venue for this great clash of young minds was the Beacon Arts Centre in the Scottish coastal town of Greenock. It was a reasonably early start, so I had the pleasure of a Greenock Bed and Breakfast the night before. Being me, I woke up late and desperately tried to wolf down some breakfast before a tiring day of sitting on my arse. The B&B was of that type that seems permanently about to die o


It's
It’s… I can’t remember where that sentence was meant to go. Bloody social media. I write ‘It’s’ on a page and my brain says, “What’s on...


The Library
“’Scuse me?” The boy was barely tall enough to see over the desk. His coat had once been brightly coloured but any such vibrance had long...


Seeking Complexity
The coincidence of the March for Science and Marine le Pen’s progression to the second round of the French presidential election draws...
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