Spike, Dru and Samarkand!
Dear Juliet Slow start today and I'm set to go out soon (helping the frail and elderly etc.) so, as you like history I'll just go off at a historical tangent and talk about casual research I did over the years for Spike & Dru : the Graveyard of Empires . 'Dirty old white and yellow Toyotas trundled past them as they searched out Mazār’s downtown bazaar. A huddle of market stalls hiding under grey canvas stretched between shops’ awnings by the Blue Mosque. Faded carpets jostled with potatoes and onions for sale or barter, and Spike and Dru both smelt the stink of hopelessness in the humans slouched around them. As bad in its way as London ’s Great Stink of 1858. Quiet murders in the backstreets of a city once perceived as an oasis of peace. The killing of Pashtuns by Tajiks, Uzbeks and Hazari. The Taliban enclaves waiting in the hills, intent on retaking the town they’d conquered in 1998 when the few remaining NATO and ISAF soldiers at Camps Marmal, Nor...