Day 1 of my incarceration…
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 relevant double-page of my diary looks like three drunken spiders had bathed in ink then played Holi there: ‘mum arrives’ is scrawled in blue next to the smudged black ink of ‘print Alice tickets!’ near ‘Wales? 1pm?’ in hesitant green. I had my first real visitor and I was determined to show her as wide a spectrum of London as I possibly could. Apologies if this post reads like a shopping list of London activities. That’s how it felt.
Prepare for me to be on remarkably good behaviour for two weeks, starting tomorrow.
Date: 8 October Location: Doing something I've always secretly wanted to do — auditioning for a game show. (I feel pub trivia experience, paired with lawyer brain and Sephora Luster […]
Date: 8 September. Location: Krua Thai 2. Outwardly waiting primly for family to arrive. Actually salivating at the very thought of Panang curry. I always knew, but it’s been re-brought […]
Date: 23 June Location: Santa Monica pier, munching on French fries and thinking I should really get that diet back on track. Notable sightings: a man in the corner of […]