Originally Written 27th of November, 2007
Guess what? Yesterday was exactly two years since James and I left Australia, and today is exactly three years since James and I first met. Where oh where oh where has the time gone?? I’m feeling contemplative, and so I thought I’d…I don’t know…recap the last two years of my […]
This website has not left my immediate consciousness, but it has fallen onto the backburner while I work on my novel. I’ve not been keeping up with it because I’ve assumed that no one really checks it anyway…
I still have my notes from Cuba to write up at some stage, plus we’ve been to Berlin. […]
The weekend just past was a marvellous long weekend, with perfect weather for relative hunting (hounds and rifles optional). I took James to meet my family in Newcastle. I think it’s a loose connection genetically, but it’s definitely a close connection emotionally, starring my Uncle Peter as the grandfather we never had . At 85, […]
Outdoor cinema in Australia means:
- picnic blanket
- mozzie repellant
- cheap wine that tastes like the cardboard it is bought in
- cold chicken
- something to shield the screen, so that the sun (still high in the sky at 8pm) doesn’t bleed out the colour in the screen
- soft grass
- ants nibbling at your bare ankles
- a radio somewhere playing all Cold Chisel’s Greatest Hits
Outdoor […]
If you’re bored on a Sunday (and you happen to live in London or Bristol), then why not spend the afternoon ‘Banksy Hunting’? Banksy is a superb graffiti artist, who stencils spray-painted images of acute political wit and vision onto public areas. He occasionally signs his work, but often doesn’t, but his style usually involves […]
The long weekend presented a great chance to explore areas of London we were yet to traverse. Sunday we launched ourselves on Richmond Park, a nice stroll out of Richmond town centre. Richmond would have been quite nice and easy to get to, if the trains hadn’t been done and the buses didn’t take a […]
I thought I had come to terms with being colour-blind. I discovered it quite by accident a couple of years ago. Our local paper was running a series called ‘How The Body Works,’ and on this day they were running a segment on the eye. They had a couple of Ishihara tests. I stared and […]
Our holiday was, in many ways, a tour of different countries allegiances and reactions to the wonderful sport of football (or ‘soccer’). It has struck me as worthy of blogging about. So I did. And have.
In Australia, being a fan of football means the following:
1) TVs hidden in dark corners of pubs, with the sound low […]
1) Catching The Bus - Finding
Before heading from Victoria Train Station to Victoria Coach station, be sure to pack plenty of water, crackers, comfy footwear and maybe some overnight gear, in case you get too tired to carry on and are forced to fight the homeless for the warmest phone booth to spend the night. Upon […]
Rain is different here. Rain at home had a different feeling attached to it, a different excitement.
Australian rain is: the rich smell of bitumen sizzling as the drops fall; the screech of windscreen wipers; spiralling explosions on the surface of a swimming pool; my favourite crocheted blanket draped across my knees ; earth being […]