He had 10,000 men
Bucolic prettiness at its showy, British best.
Bucolic prettiness at its showy, British best.
Today I bring you my list of Weird Things I’ve Discovered That Brits Love.
I turned 30 last month. I finally admitted, under duress and in the face of unyeilding mathematics and biology, that I’m not a kid anymore.
Lots of new things: snow on the ground, Twickenham and the trickiness of making new friends.
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 seatback ads on the Icelandair air flight from London Heathrow to Keflavik, Reykjavik set the mood for the country you’re about to visit.
The day starts properly when Chandler, goofing around, cuts his face on the salt of his giant pretzel and bleeds on it. The first injury of the day — and there will be many.
That’s right, it’s almost October so it’s time for…
I have lots of gunk –both the emotional type and the more sputum-like — in my body to get out and that’s what brings me back to Qua’an’s House of Pain, otherwise known as Li’s Torture Palace, otherwise known as my local Thai massage parlour.
There is something macabre about the name, ill-suited to this sprawling country family home.