A love letter to London
Lots of new things: snow on the ground, Twickenham and the trickiness of making new friends.
Monthly Archives: November 2015
The mysterious electromagnetic happenings in the night
I glance down. My boots are Timberland, fashioned of sturdy leather. However, they are apparently still embarrassing city-slicker footwear.
‘Oh… these are fine!’
‘You will get muddy. We will go other way.’
The edge of nowhere is such a beautiful place
The seatback ads on the Icelandair air flight from London Heathrow to Keflavik, Reykjavik set the mood for the country you’re about to visit.
Chopstuck
By now it’s dark and I’ve begun to imagine what my new life in a Chinese refugee camp will be like. Will I learn the language? Might I fall in love? Will I finally learn to cook rice?
I can resist everything — except temptation.
This post is essentially my confession: confessions of a fortnight misspent in Melbourne’s dens of iniquity and raw fish.
An unsettlingly big place 