Beirut is a city to be loved and hated a thousand times a day
Why the red eye? Why?
Category Archives: Mid-air thoughts
Lisbon airport, you’re killing me
“Hi, my name is Alex and can I please go in front of you?”
Cronut-town
And now I’m on a plane to New York. I have 60 hours in New York City: it feels like a challenge. I’ve never liked this city. However, I’m fairly certain that that’s my fault, not its.
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one
The London dark gnawed at me.
Hit Enter
I have nailed this Heathrow thing, I think, as I arrive at the airport at precisely the time I had planned, being precisely 2 hours before my flight, stroll into the priority check in, make one particular purchase from Jo Malone and buy my favourite guilty lunch (Leon’s fish finger wrap, I’m so English now) and then the gate is announced and I take my bulkhead row seat and peruse the menu (one meal, 9 hours? Jokers).
Bunny runs
I’ll give you a clue. In grade one, she taught me how to make really good, firm, round mudballs. Another? In grade 5, she and I surreptitiously looked up the mysterious F-word we’d heard on the playground in my children’s dictionary (no joy). We’ve unwittingly matched our outfits many times in the 28 years we’ve been friends — we shared a love for denim overalls. We’ve been netball team co-founders, pen-pals, joint amateur theatre producers at the tender age of 10. Still no?
Dirndl is a fun word to say
That’s right, it’s almost October so it’s time for…
